Kianna's Pov:
I gushed awake abruptly and sat on the bed.
"Can you hear me Kianna?" The voice came through again. This time I recognized it immediately. It was Mordred's.
I sighed with relief and went to unlock the door. He stood there, still in his dark clothes, hair slightly messy and the edge of exhaustion softening his sharp features.
"I didn't mean to wake you," he said quietly. "Just wanted to make sure you're okay before I crash."
I nodded, my lips curving into a faint smile. "I'm fine. Just… can't believe any of this happened today." I replied, stepping aside.
He stepped inside, glancing around the room like he needed to be sure everything was safe. "You should rest," he murmured, his voice gentler now. "You've been through enough tonight."
Why's he acting as if he's my boyfriend for real? Is he that into it? Or I'm just overthinking it.
I sat on the bed, pulling the blanket up to my lap. "And you? Aren't you tired too?" I asked him, raising a brow.
