I woke to sunlight and the smell of coffee.
For a moment I just lay there, disoriented, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling while my brain tried to remember where I was and why every muscle in my body ached in very specific ways.
Then Azryth's arm tightened around my waist and everything came back.
The trials, limbo, the warehouse, here.
Last night.
I felt heat creep up my neck at the memories, detailed and vivid, absolutely not something I needed to be thinking about while Azryth was pressed against my back.
"You're awake," he said quietly, startling me.
"I thought you were asleep."
"I was pretending." His hand moved up my chest slowly, not sexual, just contact. "I was watching you sleep."
"That's not creepy at all."
"I'm aware." But he didn't sound bothered by it. "Coffee's ready, Mara made it about twenty minutes ago, I heard her moving around."
Right. Mara and Henrik, who were also in this building, possibly within earshot of last night's activities.
