Namara's POV:

“Fuck!” I muttered, stirring in my sleep, with the sheets tangling around my legs as the insistent buzzing of my phone made my ears ring.

The room was still dim, with the curtains drawn against the light filtering through the windows when eyelids fluttered open. Groggily, I reached for the phone on the nightstand, squinting at the screen to see Alexander's name, and despite the exhaustion clinging to me, a smile formed on my face.

Swiping to answer, I pressed the phone ...