Lilith's POV
I woke to the warmth of firm muscle beneath my cheek. Blinking slowly, my vision focused on—
A man's thigh.
My entire body locked up, heart hammering violently against my ribs.
"She's with me."
The voice, vaguely familiar, carries a morning rasp. He's propped against the headboard, one hand on my shoulder, fingers lazily kneading.
"She's still asleep."
I hold my breath, terrified of being caught awake.
But the next word stiffens me—
"Flora, you know her?"
My mind flashes to that girl from combat class, her cold glares. Why mention her now? What happened after last night?
I—
I frown instinctively, but his hand strokes my shoulder, grounding me.
In a rush, last night's chaotic memories flood back, shocking me to my core.
Hot skin pressed together, tangled breaths—I
