Return of the Legendary Runesmith

"Mm..." Ariana frowned in her sleep.

Something felt... off.

It was cold. And uncomfortable.

Wait—wasn’t she supposed to be sleeping in Adrian’s room?

She blinked her eyes open, only to be greeted by the sight of someone’s back—slender, not broad. Not Adrian.

That definitely wasn’t a man’s back.

Confused, Ariana sat up—and quickly realized she was on the floor. No blanket, no sheet, no pillow. Just the hard, cold floor.

"...What the hell?" she muttered groggily.

Her gaze shifted toward the makeshift bed—and there he was. Adrian. Still asleep.

But nestled tightly against him, arms wrapped around him like a koala clinging to a tree, was none other than Annabelle.

Ariana sighed with a tired smile. "This girl..."

Shaking her head, she moved toward them and reached for Annabelle’s arm.