Callie’s POV
Floating slowly back to consciousness, the very first thing I registered was the overwhelming, profoundly heavy warmth pressing down on my entire body.
For a long, hazy moment, I didn’t even open my eyes. I simply lay there, wrapped in a cocoon of absolute comfort, trying to piece together why my mattress felt like a cloud of spun silk instead of my usual stiff cotton sheets.
My mind was completely blank, wiped brilliantly clean of the frantic, buzzing static that had plagued me for the past twenty-four hours. My muscles no longer ached with the bone-deep lethargy of a magical crash. Instead, I felt entirely restored, vibrating with a quiet, humming energy that felt entirely my own.
And then, the heavy, tattooed arm draped securely across my waist suddenly tightened, pull
