Chapter 41
DMITRI
I woke to the familiar warmth of Sloane pressed against my back, his arm draped over my waist in the possessive way he slept. The morning light was filtering through our bedroom curtains, casting everything in a soft golden glow that made me want to stay in bed for hours.
Last night had been a blur of phone calls, security arrangements, and the kind of controlled chaos that came with mobilizing an entire network of people in response to a crisis. By the time I'd made it home, Sloane had already been asleep, curled up on his side of the bed with one of his case files scattered across the nightstand.
Now, though, he was very much awake. I could feel him stirring behind me, his lips brushing against the back of my neck in a way that sent shivers down my spine.
"Good mor
