The darkness in the room felt like sensory deprivation to Leya.
It was blacker than black, unable to see anything but hear the faint rumbling of noise in the background like a rushing stream. Unable to catch a sliver of sleep, she rolled onto her back and fiddled with the blanket that rested over her abdomen.
Lightning flashed white, briefly brightening the room, and in it, she grew acutely aware of the man that slept on the floor.
Kairo.
He had been adamant about sleeping in her bedroom, and she did allow him albeit with a firm rule of not sharing the same bed. He had taken to the floor after a brief unintelligible argument with a disdainful grunt but still mildly happy by the fact that they shared the same room.
Odd man, Leya thought while balling the sheets in her fists. Very odd
