When Vica’s eyes opened, dawn was already breaking. Rays of light stretched out along the expanse of the twilight sky. She found Constantine lying next to her on his side, staring at her intently with one arm bent and propping up his head.
“Let’s go away.”
Instead of answering him, she rubbed groggily at her eyes and pulled the cloak higher over herself to drive out the cold. She paused. A cloak? Ah, she realized. Constantine must have laid it on top of her. Thoughtful of him.
“What are you talking about?” she finally asked, her voice still slow and sleepy. “I’m too tired for this.” In fact, she was too tired to even be embarrassed, despite the fact that they were both still very, very naked. She glanced around and spotted her clothes lying scattered a foot or so away.
“Vica,” he insis
