Chapter 20At the double beats from the gong, Midnight groaned and tried to bury his face into Tresilian’s armpit.
“Good morning, my love.” Tresilian’s voice was deep and warm. “At least what passes for morning down here.”
“Too early.” Midnight muttered and this time Tresilian chuckled.
“Not a morning person irrespective of where we are or when morning is.”
“No.” Midnight tried to snuggle closer and smiled when Tresilian stroked his hand up and down Midnight’s spine. Over the last couple of days, this had become their morning ritual. It gave Midnight the illusion of a little normality.
“Five minutes.” Tresilian kissed the top of Midnight’s head. “Then, even if I have to lift and carry you to the bathroom, we’re getting up.”
In Midnight’s mind there was no doubting Tresilian’s threat,
