When I woke the next morning, the first thing I noticed was that I couldn’t move my left arm. Slightly panicked, I tried to sit up, only to find an enormous weight holding my left side down. I looked over and realized my arm was trapped under Silas. Frowning, I gave him a shove. He growled, squeezing his eyes tightly shut.
“You look like a walking cloud. How are you so heavy? Get up ya big moose. My arm is asleep.” I tried pulling my arm out and Silas gave a snarl in protest. “Seriously? It’s my arm!”
A rustling in my bathing chambers caused him to roll over and lift his head, freeing my arm. I sat up, flexing my fingers, cringing at the pins and needles running from my elbow to my fingertips. Alexia entered the room and Silas got off the bed. He gave a giant stretch and then padded awa
