Maia
Waking up next to a sleeping Penelope was quickly becoming a familiar sight. The beautiful woman stirred next to me, pulling the duvet to her side so I had nothing left. With a sigh, I grabbed the spare blanket from the bottom of the bed. After a few months, I’d gotten used to her hogging the covers.
Sleep eluded me and I slipped out of bed, tiptoeing to the large window of my bed chambers. I pulled the dark curtains back, inviting the faint light into the room. The green mist hanging over the Underworld was a familiar sight by now and it didn’t bother me, but I knew Penelope suffered from the lack of sunlight.
While I admired the view, the sheets behind me rustled and footsteps sounded on the cold floor. Two warm arms snaked around my waist and tightened around me. “Morning,” Pene
