Chapter Seven
I lay in the bed. My legs were spread-eagled, my toes touching each of the bottom corners of the mattress. My arms were flung wide, my palms up in offering. Though I was exhausted mentally and physically, the gods of sleep didn’t come to take my sacrifice.
I stared up at the thatched roof I’d constructed with my own hands. The lines and swirls danced in my head, trying to form symbols. But I was too tired to decipher anything else.
I turned over on the mattress and buried my head in a pillow. Inhaling, I got a strong hit of the heady scent of frankincense. The essential oil clung to Tres's body as his natural scent. And now it permeated my bed and the outer room. I even smelled it on my own skin from where he’d held me all night and into the morning when I’d crawled back i
