*Alessandro*
I felt guilty waking Rebecca up. She looked so peaceful lying in my arms, hair draped perfectly across the pillows. She looked like a painting, one of the Arthurian ladies asleep in her castle. Still, we had to get home. If I was going to keep her safe, we had to go right back into the lion's den.
Shaking her softly, I attempted to rouse her from her sleep. She mumbled a little, blinking in the dim light of the early morning. I kissed her forehead gently, unable to resist touching her just a little bit more. I didn't want to get up from this bed, but it was time to get moving.
"Good morning," I murmured, attempting to slide my arm out from under her.
"Morning," she mumbled back.
"We've got to get moving," I urged gently.
"Alright, alright," she grumbled, stretching and s
