A few hours and perhaps one too many scoops later, Io stepped back into the familiar embrace of Blackstone. Despite the current issues with Cinder he still thought of it as home, their home, and went in search of his wayward lover. The encounter from earlier in the night remained fresh in his mind, partially because he shared it with Daisy as she scarfed down her first helping of the oddly blue ice cream, but also the hurt, it stayed with him throughout the night. How could they already be drifting apart? Was there a way to fix it before the crack became a canyon?
As Daisy pointed out, hope was always waiting, one just needed to persevere.
Which was why Io made a beeline for Cinder’s office. A closed door greeted him. He knocked, waiting for the right to enter. The room was off limits to
