Lia woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the sound of Caspian's voice in the other room.
She blinked against the brightness. Reached for him. Found empty sheets still warm from his body. The clock on the nightstand showed nine AM. She slept for almost twelve hours.
Her body ached. Not from injuries. Just exhaustion. The kind that came from surviving something you shouldn't have.
Last night played through her mind in flashes. The pier. The gunshots. Bodies hitting the ground. Kozlov running into the darkness. Caspian's face when she'd stopped him from killing.
She sat up slowly. Found one of Caspian's shirts draped over a chair. Put it on. It smelled like him. Safe.
The voices got clearer as she walked toward the living room. Caspian and someone else. Male. Profess
