The warmth of the sun filtered through the large windows of the bedroom and massaged her bare back with a gentle lathering of heat. For the past twenty-four hours, the Heat had been a flooding torment inside her body. But now it danced across her skin like soft fingers. Gabriella sighed, finally feeling a semblance of normalcy, finally feeling in control of herself. After a satisfying stretch, pulling her arms above her head and extending her legs out as far as they would go, she turned in the king-sized bed, scanning its other side for Blaez. But all she found was a tousle of gray sheets. Propped up at the lamp’s base on the nightstand, lazily awaiting her attention, a note flagged her down:
Went to get you food --B
Gabriella smiled, rereading it more than she should have,
