Nick opened his eyes, and blinked at the red numbers glowing at him from the clock on the bedside table: 4:51 a.m. How was that possible? The last thing that he remembered was holding Mia until she fell asleep again. That was at almost nine o’clock the night before, and that was after he’d already slept for nine hours. He never slept like this, not ever.
I must be exhausted from all the training and work I’m doing lately. Maybe I need to slow down?
Mia was still sleeping next to him, her breathing calm and even. He examined her face by the light of the street lamps outside, and saw that her color was good. The bruise on her face looked awful, though, the purple now tinged with black and sickly green. He reached out and stroked her cheek with a fingertip. She didn’t move.
It was bizarre
