Nyssa’s POV:
"You twitch in your sleep," Ryvarn murmured near my ear.
I groaned and buried my face in the warm space between his chest and shoulder. "No, I don’t. That’s a dragon lie."
His chest rumbled with quiet laughter. I felt it in my bones. We were still tangled up in the sheets, the room dim with the early light of dawn. His arms held me like he hadn’t quite convinced himself I was real.
"You do. Especially after you dream," he said, brushing his thumb along the curve of my hip.
I blinked, still half-asleep. "Dream?" I was confused about it.
He nodded, eyes searching mine. "You said something. In another language. Sounded ancient."
That woke me.
"I don’t speak anything ancient," I muttered, trying to sit up.
He didn’t stop me, but his hands stayed on me. Warm. Anchoring. I
