Rowan's POV
I woke because the room was warm.
That alone was enough to put me in a bad mood.
I never slept through the night. Years of leading Blackwood had taken care of that. Even on the rare occasions my body gave in, my mind never really did. Every unfamiliar sound, every shift in the wind, every footstep outside my door dragged me awake before dawn.
This morning, sunlight had already found its way through the curtains.
For a few seconds I simply stared at the ceiling, irritated with myself. Something felt different, though I couldn't immediately place it. Then I turned my head.
Mira was still asleep.
She hadn't moved very far from where she'd been when we lay down. Sometime during the night she'd rolled onto her side, one hand tucked beneath her face while the blanket had slip
