Milo's P.O.V.
I woke up the next day, seeing that Ginnie had already put on her nightlight, meaning that it was way too early to be waking up in the first place, or for once, after we had met each other, we had closed the drapes as we should have. I yawned as I looked next to me, seeing that Ginnie was sitting up in bed, her legs crossed while she was staring at… the dagger… in her hands.
“Djees Sherlock, not even sleeping in today?” I yawned as I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to my body and praying she would drop the dagger and hold me instead.
“Oh Watson, too early for you to start the day?” She smirked as she looked at me, letting go of the dagger with one hand to run it down my hair, making my wolf Bianco and myself purr at the feeling.
“I think it is bette
