Stefan jerked awake, muttering a demonse as he realised just how deeply he’d slept.
It was not entirely unexpected. He’d been forced to burn through his energy at a dangerous pace while he was injured. His body demanded the time necessary to recover. Even if it left him vulnerable.
Instinctively, his arms reached across the bed for Amelia. It was one thing to risk his own neck, and quite another to risk his mate.
His eyes snapped open as his seeking hands found nothing but rumpled sheets.
“Amelia?” he muttered, his sluggish mind belatedly recalling her smell was masked by the amulet. f**k. Leaping from the bed, he tugged on jeans and a white T-shirt as he noted the khaki shorts and shirt he’d stolen for Amelia were missing. “Stubborn, ill-mannered brat,” he muttered, slipping on the ru
