_Leah's POV_

I woke to a hand on my shoulder. “Leah,” Kayden said. “Get up. It’s nearly noon.”

My eyes snapped open. Light cut through the curtains. The room smelled faintly of smoke and pine. For a second I did not know where I was. Then the memory of the night fell back on me like wet cloth. The dream. The fire. Kayden on the couch. The smoke in my mouth.

I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head. “Go away,” I mumbled. “Leave me alone.”

He laughed softly. It ...