Chapter 30
The sun wasn’t quite up as Clara stretched in her bed and gave a shove to push the dogs as they were crowding her. The sound of a man grunting behind her made her grin and she snuggled back into the warmth of Elian, and he wrapped his arms tight around her pulling her in even closer.
“Thought you were Herc,” she mumbled as she snuggled into the bicep under her cheek.
“He wishes,” Elian’s voice was rumbly and sleepy. She felt him lift his head up and look over her shoulder at the dogs sleeping on the bed across the room. “He’s been over to nudge me about forty times through the night.”
“You are in his spot,” she giggled. “He’s spent the last six years of his life leaving his bed in the middle of the night to sneak in with me. He’s a bed hog.”
“Cerberus doesn’t climb in?”
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