She woke at five and the apartment was quiet and Davan wasn't in her room.
Not alarming — the bond told her immediately where Davan was, which was in the main room, which was where Zevran also was, which meant this was a situation rather than an emergency. She lay in bed for a moment listening to the quality of the quiet.
She got up.
He was at the east-facing window with Davan on his forearm — the specific hold he'd developed, the one Davan apparently found correct, which involved being face-outward so she could see everything rather than face-in toward his chest. He'd discovered this in the third week and had been using it ever since.
Five in the morning. The east light beginning — the first grey-blue of it, the specific quality of dawn in summer, both halves of the city not yet lit i
