MARIA POV
I drifted awake slowly, caught in that hazy space between dreams and reality.
The bed was warm, the sheets tangled around my legs, the scent of Henry and Dax still lingering in the air. My body ached in the best way, a reminder of last night—the desperation, the heat, the way they made me feel *worshipped.*
I sighed contentedly, stretching lazily before I became aware of the faint murmur of voices.
Henry and Dax.
They were in the kitchen, talking in hushed tones.
I frowned, straining to catch their words, but they were too low, too muffled by the walls. Still, something about the *way* they were speaking made my gut tighten.
Slowly, I pushed myself up, reaching for the oversized t-shirt Henry had discarded on the floor. It smelled like him—like warm spice and s
