Harlow Pov
I woke up with a stabbing cramp in my neck.
I was slumped in the armchair beside the bed. The rain had stopped sometime during the night, leaving pale morning light filtering through the blinds. I blinked the sleep away, the events of yesterday hitting me all at once, and immediately leaned forward to reach for Max.
My hand flattened against his forehead and thankfully his body was cool to the touch while his chest rose and fell in a steady, even rhythm, the golden flash in his eyes hidden behind peacefully closed eyelids.
I dropped my head into my hands, letting out a shaky exhale. We survived the night. Right on cue, the bedroom door opened.
I stood up, putting myself between the door and the bed just as Torin walked in.
He was carrying a tray holding a plate of eggs,
