Mason almost panicked at the thought of Xenia being out of her mini-coma. She's been sleeping for at least a week yet somehow found the strength to cuddle with him. Unless…
"Rodin, did you…"
"Of course not," Rodin growled at him.
"Really? It's just a coincidence you have a dream of her, and now she's like this. Did you move her?"
"We," Rodin stressed, "dreamed of her, and I did not. We woke up like this."
Mason knew he was telling the truth, but still, her body was covering parts of him. Did we move her without knowing? Mason wondered as he stared down at her still form. She was still asleep, but her breath was just as erratic as theirs. She can feel us through the bond.
The light from the moon was slowly peering through the curtains. It could explain why Rodin was able to take
