Aria’s POV
When my mind started to stir in the grey early morning half-light, I luxuriated in the feel of being wrapped up in a warm blanket, the scent of frying bacon tantalizing my nostrils. It was pure bliss, until my mind started racing with questions and I couldn’t blink the crust from my eyes fast enough. Where was I? We hadn’t brought any blankets with us! Had I dreamt our quest to stop the witches? ...or this whole week?!
Before my thoughts could get too carried away, I felt a shifting weight beside me and a new smell encased me, lifting me out of my panic... oranges on a campfire. I inhaled the essence of my mate deeply as my eyes finally opened and adjusted to the light. It was Westley all along. As if on cue, a long, wet tongue flicked out across my cheek.
“Mmm good morning
