IRYN'S POV

I wake to the quiet hush of the late evening breeze coming in through the open window, and the low hum of the bond literally purring like a cat under my ribs.

“Easy,” I hear Nyall say when I try to sit up.

And so I turn to look at him and see him sitting on a chair by the door in a relaxed posture and holding an open scroll which he was probably reading before I woke up.

Now his eyes are on me.

“Hi, little moon,” Orien murmurs from the floor beside the bed with his ...