Book 1: Chapter 51

Bishop wrapping himself around me feels like a soft, heat-generating cloud. His scent is familiar and comforting. The only thing that would be better would be Gaelen and my limbs entangled.

The morning light intrudes in the room and crawls across my face. I stretch sleepily and find that I have a stiff neck and a chill around me. Bishop must have adjusted positions at some point in the night beca