THE SCENT OF THE FRESH clean sheets had Sian pressing them to her face, inhaling deep. Snoring quietly beside her, Daron lay in the same position, having not budged all night. Or rather, all early hours, she thought to herself; it would have been one or two when we got to bed. Spreading her limbs out Sian stretched hard gritting her teeth against the pangs from her protesting muscles then relaxed them all. The pleasurable sensation drew her back into sleep before she could consider ...