Aiden's P.O.V.
The soft knock at the door pulled me from the deep cocoon of sleep. For a second, I wasn’t sure where I was. The room was dark except for the gentle golden hue seeping through the curtains. I sat up slowly, the bed creaking under my weight. My muscles, surprisingly relaxed, still held the faint ache of exhaustion.
Another knock followed.
"Come in," I called out, my voice groggy.
The door creaked open, and Iris popped her head in, her twin braids swinging forward as she smiled.
"Hi. I just popped in to call you for dinner."
That got my attention. Dinner? How long was I out?
I rubbed my eyes and asked, "How long was I out?"
Iris checked the slim watch on her wrist. "About four and a half hours."
Four and a half hours of uninterrupted rest. No nightmares. No alarms. No
