Lyra’s POV
Waking up in a tangle of arms and legs with four very attractive men should have been awkward.
Instead, it was the best morning of my life.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Marcus murmured in my ear, his voice rough with sleep.
“Morning,” I whispered back, trying not to wake the others. Kael was sprawled across my legs like a human blanket, Zane had somehow claimed my left arm as a pillow, and Darius was pressed against my back, his arm around my waist.
“Sleep well?” Marcus asked.
“Like a baby. You?”
“Best sleep I’ve had in years.”
“That’s because you weren’t lying awake plotting protective strategies,” Zane said without opening his eyes.
“You’re awake?”
“Hard to sleep when Kael snores like a freight train.”
“I do not snore!” Kael protested, finally stirring.
“You absolute
