Grim sighed, turning over.
Jezebel peeked through the door, trying her best to stay silent.
“Just come in. I can't slip into hypersleep with you just hovering by the door.”
Jezebel's lips quirked up, as she snuck into the bedroom, snuggling under the comforters.
She stared his bare back. He was so strong, and huge. Especially with that new scars.
They made him look even more scary.
“Go to sleep. I can't sleep with your irregular breathing.”
She smoothered her laughter. “How can you tell?”
“I have exceptional hearing. You know this. Now sleep.”
She pressed her nose against his back. He smelled like smoke, and blood and the steel his swords were made of. He also smelled slightly like man.
It was a distinct yet indescribable scent.
“Bell—if I turn around and hold you, will you go t
