Chapter 73 Warning

***Hazel***

I wake up slowly.

Not the jolt-awake, heart-pounding kind. Not the panicked check-the-room kind either.

This is… different.

The sheets are soft. Cool against my skin. The mattress doesn’t dip or creak like the one I’ve slept on for years. The room smells faintly like cedar and something darker underneath it, something clean and expensive and unmistakably Gideon.

Right.

Gideon’s bed.