ERIS
I woke to cold again.
The pure, unfiltered cold that wrapped around my body like silk, that sank into my skin with the kind of insistence I'd never experienced before, that reminded me with every breath that I was finally, temporarily free from the fire that had been trying to kill me for days.
And a grip that suggested freedom was relative.
Arms locked around my waist. Heavy. Possessive. The kind of hold that made movement impossible without waking the person attached to them. Iron-strong despite belonging to someone currently unconscious.
I couldn't move.
Could barely breathe properly with how tight he held me. Like even in sleep Soren had decided I might disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly, if he gave me any room to slip away, if he allowed physics and personal space to exist between us.
For a moment I just stayed still.
