NOLA
The sunlight that filtered through the heavy curtains was far too cheerful for a house that had nearly been the site of a supernatural coup d'état the night before. I woke up slowly, my body feeling heavy and warm, wrapped in a set of limbs that felt more like heated marble than human flesh. Rhett was still asleep, or at least he was doing a very convincing impression of it, his breathing deep and steady against the back of my neck. I could feel the faint, rhythmic thrum of his heartbeat through my own skin, a low-frequency vibration that seemed to synchronize with the pulse in my throat where his mark still stung with a sweet, lingering heat.
I tried to shift, just a fraction, but his arm tightened around my waist instantly, pulling me back against the hard, scarred planes of his c
