Chapter Eleven

Storm's POV

" What the hell are we going to do?" Noah leaned and whispered into my ears. I wished I knew.

I rubbed Fiona's back as she wailed in my arms, it was heartbreaking to see and I felt bad that I didn't know how to fix it.

"Hey, Fiona, I know you don't want Storm to go but Storm wants to go home and rest. She's very tired." He gave me the eye and I faked a yawn. Fiona raised her head to scrutinize me. My heart pricked from lying to her.

"If she's tired, she can sleep in my bed." The sweet girl offered. I shook my head.

"I can't sleep in your bed, it will be too small. You know what's going to happen. How about I go home and come back tomorrow then we can spend time trying out different hairstyles. If I spend the night here, I won't come back tomorrow and we won't do all the fun and exciting things that you love to do but if I leave, I swear on the Moon goddess that I will be back tomorrow. Do you like cookies? We can bake some tomorrow." Her ears perked up at my words and he