THIRTY-EIGHT
ANNABEL
Wake up, Annabel.
Dawn is here. Wake up.
I groaned in protest, my eyelids feeling like they weighed at least a ton. Each. When I finally managed to c***k them open, the faintest of gray light met me. Gray light and silence, save the soothing sound of deeply breathing men.
My men.
I forced the muscles in my neck into action, twisting to search for whoever’d woken me up. Around me, all four of my mates lay sprawled, fast asleep. Or, more like around and on top of me.
On the journey here, I’d been grateful for Modi’s and Bjarni’s body heat, but buried underneath four huge furnaces, things were a bit on the toasty side.
Gently so as to not disturb anyone, I tried to extricate my arm from where it was wrapped around Modi’s neck.
He grunted, rolling halfway so my li
