CHAPTER 15
The room was still dark when Sam woke. For a long moment, she lay there in that foggy space before her brain came online, debating whether it was worth getting up or if she’d slide back into dreams. It took a minute to work up the energy to move, but when she did, the full-body stretch felt glorious, all her muscles yawning, her body popping back into proper alignment after a long, deep sleep. She felt well-rested for the first time in ages.
A glance at the bedside clock had her frowning. After ten. Which meant it wasn’t early. It was late.
She rolled over to find an empty bed and light leaking in around the edges of the blackout contains.
“Griff?’’
But the utter stillness of the room was her only answer. He wasn’t here.
Ignoring the instinctive sinking in her stomach, she
