The early morning light filtered softly through the sheer curtains, brushing against Lyra’s face like a feather. She stirred with a small wince—the couch beneath her was too soft compared to the hard, cold floors she was used to. Her limbs ached, especially her neck, still sore from Kyson’s rough grip the night before. But something was…different.
She blinked fully awake and looked down.
A blanket. Thick. Warm. Smelled faintly of sandalwood and pine.
Her brows furrowed. She didn't remember pulling it over herself.
Her first instinct was suspicion. Has someone touched her in her sleep?
Before she could untangle the thought, the click of a door startled her.
She snapped her gaze toward the bathroom.
Steam rolled out as the door swung open, and then stepped out Xander—his lean, muscula
