AVIONA'S POV
Warmth. That was the first thing I felt when I stirred awake. For a blissful, drowsy moment, I let myself sink deeper into it—unwilling to open my eyes, unwilling to move. Everything was too comfortable.
A soft groan slipped from me as I tugged the blanket higher around my neck, heavy and warm, ready to surrender to sleep for just a little while longer.
I inhaled slowly, and the scent wrapped around me—cedar, steel, and something faintly citrus. My pulse hitched. It was his scent.
King Faelan.
A dangerous thought flickered through my mind. Did he move me to his bed again?
My eyes flew open so abruptly the sunlight spilling through the curtains seared against them. I blinked, squinting until the blur settled into shape—and a wave of relief washed over me.
I was still on
