Avani

“Jacks looked down on her from the dark nightstand where he’d perched
himself. His long legs draped negligently over the edge of the furniture as
his hands played with an apple and a knife.
“You talk in your sleep,” he drawled. “You said my name—a lot.”
Evangeline felt a rush of heat crawl up her neck. “Obviously, I was
having a nightmare.”
“It didn’t look that way to me, Little Fox, and I was here all night.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After