Brenna
The silence woke me. I jerked under the pelts, caught for a moment in the void of a dream.
Where was I? Why was it so quiet?
“Good morn, love,” Daegan’s rough voice reached my ears.
Where are the boys?
“We were up with them all night.”
I know. I nursed them, I sighed. I started to rise, but Daegan let more of his weight settle atop me. I pushed at his shoulder instead.
“Where?” I croaked. My voice was rough, the words garbled, and I only use it under duress.
“I took the cradles out of the chamber. Dinnae worry, they haven’t woken yet.”
I gripped his arms, feeling off balance.
“It’s all right,” he soothed. “They’re being well looked after. They’re old enough to go for a bit without their mother.”
But—
“Hush,” Daegan said. “You needed the sleep.”
Slowly, I relaxed. He was
