Chapter Seventeen
Her body slowly roused. She wasn’t yet ready to leave the comforts of sleep. Wrinkling her nose, Athee buried her face further into the pillow.
As her mind grew alert, she became aware of her surroundings. Subtle background noises reached her ears. A deep hum vibrated in her chest and an assortment of strange smells assaulted her nose. However, it was the presence in her head that snapped Athee out of slumber. Grasping her pillow, her eyes flew open.
Byron’s wry grin greeted Athee. Still clad in his flight suit, the pilot rested on a stool beside her bed. He reached for her hand and gently untwined her fingers from their death grasp on the pillow. He didn’t speak, but his comforting thoughts drifted through her mind.
How long have I been asleep? she thought, enjoying
