Riley woke to warmth.
Grayson's arms wrapped around her. His chest against her back. His breath stirring her hair.
She'd slept with him. Actually slept. No nightmares. No fear.
Just peace.
"Morning," his rough voice rumbled.
Riley turned in his arms. His silver eyes were already open, watching her.
"Hi," she whispered.
"Hi." He kissed her forehead. Soft. Sweet. "How do you feel?"
"Different." It was true. Everything felt different. Sharper. More real. "The bond—I can feel you. Your emotions."
"I know." His hand traced her spine. "I feel you too. Your uncertainty. Your fear."
"I'm not afraid of you."
"I know that too." He smiled. "You're afraid of what comes next."
A knock at the door interrupted them.
"Gray." Scarlett's voice. "We need to talk. Both of you."
Ten minutes later
