Scout’s POV
"Get on your knees, Scout."
The command sliced through the thick, warm fog of my sleep. It did not sound like a question. The deep tone wrapped around my spine and sent a sudden shiver straight down to my toes. My eyes remained shut, but my body moved before my brain could even process the words. The heavy blanket slid down my back, leaving my bare skin exposed to the cool air of the room. I pushed myself up on the mattress, my knees sinking into the soft fabric of the sheets. I did not turn around to face him. I did not need to see him to know exactly where he stood. The heavy weight of his gaze burned into the back of my neck like a physical touch.
"You listen so well," he murmured.
His rough fingers hooked beneath my chin, tilting my face up toward the ceiling. The scent
