Anna's POV:

The pain wakes me before the light does.

Not sharp—more like a bruise finding itself, a specific tenderness concentrated just below my collarbone on the left side, which makes no sense because I didn't hit anything. I reach up to press my fingers against it and register, in the same instant, the weight of Alexander's arm across my waist and the particular quality of early mountain silence and the fact that my neck aches in a way that has nothing ...