When I woke up, the freezing chill in the air was gone, replaced by an unfamiliar, heavy warmth wrapped around my shoulders.
I sat up slowly, the soft fabric sliding down my chest. I looked down in disbelief—it was a plush, dark fleece blanket.
I blinked through the dim light of the office, looking across the room. Drakon was sitting at his desk, the blue light of a computer monitor illuminating the sharp angles of his face as his fingers moved across a keyboard. As if sensing my movement, his eyes flicked toward me, making direct eye contact for a brief, heavy second before he quickly looked back at his screen.
I clutched the blanket, my mind racing. Was he the one who gave me this?
"I couldn't work with your teeth chattering," Drakon said smoothly, his voice breaking the quiet withou
