Gideons POV
We stayed like that on the rug for hours after she fell asleep, her soft, steady breaths warm against Kane’s chest. He refused to move, completely content to stay curled around her and keep the cold world out. But eventually, as the room grew chilly, Kane reluctantly stood up and shifted back so I could lift her into the soft bed, tucking the blankets around her tight before slipping out to handle pack business.
By the next morning, I came back up to check on her, expecting to find her awake. She was still out cold. I didn't want to disturb the rest her body so desperately needed, so I let her sleep. But by the afternoon, a cold knot of anxiety began tightening in my gut. I sat on the edge of the mattress and gently nudged her shoulder, trying to coax her awake. She just mum
