Blinking sleep-heavy, crimson eyes, she stretched two little arms in my direction as Nektas brought her to me. I didn’t know what to do, but when I lifted my hands, she grasped fistfuls of my hair and bent over, pressing her lips to my forehead. It was the messiest, wettest, and sweetest kiss I’d ever received. “Night-night,” she murmured, pulling back. “That’s her way of saying goodbye,” Nektas explained. “Night-night,” I whispered, voice strangely thick as I carefully untangled her fingers from my hair.
