Mia's eyelashes are moving. He can see it from the doorway.
She has been awake for at least the last five minutes and has decided, for reasons of her own, not to announce it.
He gets a glass of warm water from the bathroom, stirs honey into it, and sits on the edge of the bed.
"You're not asleep," he says.
A pause. Then one eye opens.
"Drink," he says, and slides a hand beneath her neck to help her sit up.
She takes the glass and drinks too fast—takes a mouthful that immediately goes wrong. Elias pulls the glass back while she coughs, his palm moving in slow circles between her shoulder blades.
"Easy," he says.
"Don't—" she clears her throat—"say easy to me right now."
He waits until she settles, then reaches across to set the glass on the nightstand. He's leaning over her to do i
