The feeling of someone's arms wrapped around her waist and her back against a firm chest, was the first thing Claire felt when she woke up from sleep and the soft covers draped over her, was the second.
She blinked blearily at the large glass doors across from her that spilt light into the room and stared out into the forest of trees and a small lake on the horizon. White curtains fluttered in the wind and the delicate fabric rustled in an almost enchanted manner, reminding her of where she was.
Octavius was softly snoring and she smiled at the sound. Who would have ever thought Octavius the Ruthless snored?
She turned so she was staring up at the canopy and let herself slowly process everything. An excited squeal bubbled in her throat but she held it in to avoid waking Octavius who wa
