Suri Nightingale
I’ve never woken up in this way, like my head was in the clouds and my body was as light as a feather. My stomach, though, was what really woke me up because it was screaming bloody murder and needed to be fed. Ah, and my bladder that was crying for the toilet.
But as soon as I blinked open my eyes, I was in for the shock of a lifetime.
The Wolfe brothers were sprawled in the hotel bedroom in varying positions of comfort.
Atlas had made a makeshift bed by pulling the couches closest to the bed and putting them together. Because his limbs were extra long, he had to use three and even then, it was obvious the position wasn’t really entirely cozy because of how big he was.
When I turned to my right, Devon was lying down much more comfortably on the window seat, but b
