The morning light filtered through gauzy curtains as I stirred beneath a blanket that smelled faintly like both Dominic and Neil: warm musk, pine, and something darker, like aged cedar and lightning.
It was odd because I was certain that Neil hadn't joined us last night.
I stretched, blinking into the soft sunlight as Dominic stepped back into the room, already dressed and watching me with a small smile.
“You’re looking better,” he said, his voice low and warm. “You’ve been asleep for almost a two days."
I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. “Is that normal?”
“I slept for a week my first shift, so probably. You needed it,” he said, coming forward to sit at the edge of the bed. “You’ve been through a lot.”
I could still feel the ghost of pain in my muscles, a dull ache that reminded me I
