Holly woke long before Quix did. She ran a hand through his hair and he smiled and leaned into her touch before he snored at her.
True, he needed his rest and a lot of it. She got dressed with a wince. What she wouldn't do for fresh clothes. How could anyone like her when her clothes smelled so?
Quix stayed asleep and she smiled at him once more before she slipped through the door.
As she walked through the frame, her smile faded away. She needed to talk to the others.
Eros was nowhere to be seen, but sitting on a stool beside the door was Dagon. "I want to talk to you," she said in a whisper.
"What's wrong?" Dagon sat forward. "There's something off with you, and it's not just because you've had sex."
Holly's cheeks blazed. "That has nothing to do with it, and that's none of your
