"So, you're finally awake."
The low voice vibrated directly beneath my ear.
I blinked against the dim light of the carriage. I was still sitting in Alaric’s lap, But somewhere exhaustion had entirely overtaken my panic. I had slumped forward, using the his broad chest as a personal pillow.
Worse, as I quickly wiped my mouth, I realized I had left a small patch of drool on the dark fabric of his shirt.
I started to pull away, but as Alaric shifted his weight, I caught the stiffening of his left shoulder. His arm had gone numb from bearing my weight for hours.
In all the years we had shared in my past life, I had always slept on that exact arm. It was my sanctuary. It was how every single day began for me. It wasn't until years later, long after I had lost him.
Remembering that
