Chapter Sixty-Three – Part Two.
The light of the morning sun peaked through the gap under the blind, splitting the shadows in Eliza’s bedroom. The prism of rainbow colours highlighted the entangled bodies on the bed.
Eliza let out a low groan, placing her arm over her eyes.
“To early,” she complained under her breath, as Fitz chuckled behind her, tightening his hold on her body.
“It is after eight am, my Angel,” he whispered in her ear.
Eliza let out another low groan of disapproval. It was highly unusual for her to sleep past six am, after years of getting up for training, or border control, it was ingrained into her psyche, and her body would naturally awaken. However, the past couple of mornings, she had slept later. She was unsure if it were from the lateness of the hour she
