When I awoke, I noticed that I was still in my underwear, but properly covered by the thin duvet.
Cahl appeared in front of me, as I was lying on my right side, with only my head out of the blanket. I watched him between my lashes, lids almost closed.
His still-damp hair told me that he had showered shortly before I woke up, and dressed in the kind of suit he seemed to like, or at least without the third piece: the jacket. A half-smile, both very masculine and gentle, stretched his mouth.
“I know you’re awake. How are you feeling, Mrs Leirigh?” he asked, slightly mocking.
“We’re not married as far as I know,” I growled, ready to bite.
“In the eyes of the metas, the third mark, and my smell on you signals that we are. Ussham’, firsh’ oll zam doum siam rillofl’,” [ Honey, know that you
