Alisa
I walk into the living room, still wiping the sleep from my eyes.
Derrick is sitting on his balcony, sipping on his usual whiskey as he stares out over the dark gardens.
I didn’t even know I had fallen asleep until I woke up. After my mate went through his usual routine of giving me water, feeding me, and washing me, I drifted off in his arms.
I don’t think I’ve ever been that damn tired, and I haven't slept that well since... well, ever.
I tiptoe across the floor, hoping to surprise him, but just as I reach the door, he says, “How did you sleep?”
Dammit.
“Good. Why didn’t you stay?”
His massive frame shifts and he looks over his shoulder at me, his sharp, blue eyes stopping me dead in my tracks. “I don’t sleep much.”
“Oh,” I mumble.
“Missus Quinn left some food for you. I
