Elyse pov
Soft fingers traced my cheekbone.
I stirred, consciousness returning slowly. Warm. Safe. Comfortable.
“Time to wake up, love.”
Ronan’s voice. Low. Affectionate. With a hint of amusement.
I cracked one eye open. He was already dressed. Hair still damp from a shower. Looking infuriatingly awake.
“What time is it?” I mumbled.
“Dawn.”
“That’s not a real time. That’s a suggestion.”
He laughed, the sound rich and warm. “I did warn you. Training starts at dawn.”
“I thought you were joking.”
“I never joke about training.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Come on. Shower, eat, and meet me at the training grounds. You have thirty minutes.”
“That’s inhumane.”
“That’s being a warrior. Now move.” He swatted my hip playfully through the blanket. “Or I’ll carry you there myself.
