Chapter 196 The Morning

• Ava
• I woke up shivering at the sensation of the cold air nipping at my exposed skin. Groggily, I sat up and looked around, noticing that the window had been wide open, letting in the chilly morning air and a bit of the ever-present fog—whose tendrils had slipped in like fingers and were currently curling around the edge of the window.
• “Chris,” I grumbled, stumbling out of bed to shut the window with a shudder. “Why on earth would you open this?”