Caelum
I came back to myself at sunset — not gradually, not with the slow surfacing of human sleep, but all at once, like a candle relit. One moment, absence. The next, complete awareness. The room. The chair. The last red light coming through the cracks in the shutters.
And the two women on the bed.
Kaida was asleep, curled on her side, her bound hands tucked against her chest, her wolf quiet for the first time since I had touched her last night.
Sleep was the one place I couldn’t follow her — the dreamscape was hers, and she moved through it without me when she chose to. It was one of the things that interested me about her.
The maid was not asleep.
She was sitting upright against the headboard with her bound hands trapped against her breasts, her dark eyes open. She was looking at
