Kynessie

A groan escapes as I roll over and slowly open my eyes.  I reach for Tiernan, but all I find are cold sheets and an empty spot where he should be.  I sit up when I feel a surge of anger.  I look at the clock, and it is four in the morning.  I flop back onto the bed as I let out a hiss, hearing Thyox grumbling in my head.  I have to agree with her.  I am unsure what woke us up, but it is not the little man in my stomach.  He seems to be asleep.  I can feel the anger and rage becoming more vigorous, and that is when I realize that it is not my emotions, but they are coming from Tiernan.  I huffed and crawled to the edge of this ridiculously colossal bed.  I drop my legs over the edge and slide down until my feet touch the floor.  I grab my silver hoodie; technically, it is Tiernan’s, but I have more or less confiscated it for myself.  It's not like he cares.  I often steal his clothes, esp