Grayson's POV

I woke up before she did.

The room was still gray, early enough that the light through the curtains was barely light at all. Lynn was asleep against my chest, her dark hair spread across the pillow, one hand curled loosely near her face. Her breathing was slow. Her body was completely relaxed in the way people only are when they feel safe.

I didn't move.

Arthur made a low sound in the back of my mind — not the urgent, restless sound he'd been making ...