ONE HOUR EARLIER
Harlow
I must have dozed off at some point because I am awoken by Raidon shaking my shoulder as Thane places a tray on my lap. Lifting my head off Raidon’s chest, I find the tray covered with a plate of French toast and a cup of coffee. My hand instantly goes for the coffee.
“You seem calmer,” Thane says, and I nod, taking a sip of the coffee.
“Eat,” grumbles Raidon, tapping the tray and stabbing a piece of toast with a fork. I roll my eyes at his bossiness, but tear a chunk off the pile of syrupy goodness.
“Where’s Rhen?” I ask after swallowing.
“At work,” Leon says, stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes roam over his muscled body and I lick my lips. My hunger for other things rears its damn ugly head again. Raidon chuckles.
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