SAMMY
I sat up in bed, lightly stroking Gentry’s hair as he dozed, hugging my waist with his head in my lap. I played with his blonde waves, thinking about how much he needed a haircut.
We arrived back home very late, and once our guests were settled, Gentry and I finally climbed into bed, but I couldn’t stop thinking about poor Maya. I needed to get some things from my workshop to concoct a remedy for her properly; I simply wouldn’t be able to get everything here in the pack without some searching.
“How can you be so awake,” Gentry groaned in my lap. I laughed lightly at him. We had not talked much about me leaving again, but he seemed to have understood after Remi and I explained.
“Just thinking,” I told him. “You are supposed to be down at training in twenty minutes.”
“I think I
