A knock on his bedroom door woke Evan with a start, causing him to bump his head painfully on the lid of the coffin in which he slept. The coffin would have to go. He simply couldn’t abide sleeping in something so damned confining. He pushed up the lid and met a pair of familiar blue eyes.
“I thought I locked the door.”
“You did, but when one lives with a rogue, one learns a few tricks of the trade. You look awful. What’s wrong?”
Evan knew damn well all hell would break loose if Will found out how Loren had treated him, so he simply shook his head. “Nothing. I just didn’t sleep well in this thing.” He patted the side of the coffin for emphasis. Will seemed to buy the lie well enough.
“It’s time to wake,” Will said as he helped Evan out of the coffin. “I’ve never felt anything so fierce
