I woke up to an ache in places I knew could only have been claimed by him. My throat was dry, my limbs stiff. I blinked into the grey morning light filtering through the blinds and shook off the last remnants of a dream I wasn’t sure was ever mine.

"Where am I" I murmured still half asleep.

There, draped over my body like a silent guardian or a prison, was Kyl’s coat, Black, tailored, smelling of control and cedar wood. I clutched it to my chest, breathing in the sharp scent like I ...