The morning light arrived with the sudden, sharp clarity of a new reality. Grayson was awake before the sun, his eyes fixed on the rise and fall of Mailah's breathing. He hadn't moved from his position at her side, his arm acting as a heavy, immovable barricade. It was not a conscious guard—he wasn't checking the windows or feeling for the vibrations of approaching enemies—but an instinctual, animal need to keep her within his gravitational pull.
His incubus nature hummed beneath his skin, a restless energy that only settled when he could feel the frantic, beautiful heat of her life against his own.
