The following morning, Diana woke slowly. Not to pain. Not to exhaustion. But to warmth. For a few quiet seconds, she simply stayed still beneath the blankets, staring at the ceiling above her while soft morning light filtered through the curtains of the suite Damon had given them inside the Rogue Kingdom packhouse.
Her body felt… lighter. The sharp aches from the attack were gone. The lingering heaviness from the poison had disappeared. Even the soreness from overusing her strength during the battle had faded into something faint and manageable.
Diana let out a slow breath. She had expected this. After lunch yesterday, Talon had practically forced her back into their suite.
No— not practically. He absolutely forced her. Diana could still remember the exact words.
“If you do not go re
