~Harlow~
It feels awkward, cold, and lonely in the Den by myself. I’m pretty relieved when I wake to the sound of Rhen coming down the steps. I had stashed my diary in my pillowcase and tucked the photo inside my bra for safekeeping. It isn’t like it can get any more crumpled.
“Zara,” Rhen speaks softly. I blink up at the high ceiling before turning my head to see him place a mug of steaming coffee on the side of the small drop-off into the Den. He has clothes hanging over his arm, and he moves to drape them on the back of a chair.
“Get dressed. We’re leaving soon. Thane ironed your clothes, so you just need to put them on. We have an important meeting this morning and can’t be late,” Rhen says before slipping out of the basement. I walk to the side of the sunken Den and haul myself ou
