Irina
I woke up to the smell of coffee and the rays of the morning sun slanting in from the big window. I was disorientated.
“There's my beautiful luna.” Quinn’s voice came across the room as he placed a mug of coffee on the table.
“What time is it?” The hand I sent to my hair was met with a bird’s nest of tangles.
“Eight.”
“What?”
“I left you to sleep in. You were dead to the world. I figured you’d had enough training yesterday and needed to heal. I went to training myself because as fun as it was watching you kick ass, it didn’t count towards my workout.”
“Coffee?” I asked, hopeful.
“Yes, I knew you’d want some.” His weight dipped the bed. “I wanted to apologize to you.”
“About what?”
“I underestimated you. The fight yesterday, it opened my eyes, and even Grady asked why we
