When Elle roused she was distantly aware of 2 familiar voices. Their words sounded jumbled as she tried to focus. The sharp throbbing pain in her head seemed to cut through everything, not giving her the chance to concentrate on much else. Her throat screamed in protest as she swallowed, and she shuffled uncomfortably in the bed. Where was she? What had happened?
"No. As long as that's okay with you, that is."
Dean's voice cut through the haze of her thoughts. She was sure it was his hands that currently held her own, cradling them in their warmth and stroking small, repetitive circles onto the backs of them.
"Of course," came the voice of her Grandmother, her tone a little softer than usual.
There was a pregnant pause as Elle urged herself to open her eyes. Both her movements and her
