Rían had felt her there even before he fully woke. It was faint, like the brush of the sun’s warmth as it daubed through a window. That awareness of her being close nearly eased him into a deeper sleep, feeling completely safe. Comfortable. But curiosity drove his lids to finally part, opening slowly, finally viewing her under his heavy lashes.
Sharing the same pillow, Jenaveve was watching him as he stirred. Her here, within a breath of him, was confusing. With the way he had scared her before, by nearly biting her, he was shocked that she hadn’t requested another room on the furthest side of the castle and was keeping as far away from him as possible. Yet she was here. In bed, with him. In their room.
Is she not scared of me anymore?
Even in the Healer’s Chamber, she came, right when
