Elara’s POV
I woke up slowly, the soft mattress beneath me far too comfortable for anything I had known before. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, warming my face. For a moment everything felt peaceful, until I registered the solid warmth beside me.
My eyes flew open.
Lucian was lying next to me on the bed, fully dressed, one arm draped across the pillow near my head. His golden eyes were already open, watching me.
I screamed.
“What are you doing in my bed?” I gasped, scrambling back against the pillows. My cheeks burned hot.
Lucian sat up slowly, rubbing his arm with a slight wince. “You had a nightmare last night. You held onto me and would not let go. I stayed so you could sleep. You were out for more than twenty hours.”
Twenty hours? I stared at him, mouth open. The blu
