Grayson's POV

I'd been watching her sleep for an hour.

I wasn't tired. I didn't think I was capable of sleep right now — my entire nervous system was running on something that wasn't adrenaline but felt adjacent to it. The mate bond was open. Fully, completely open, for the first time in six years, and it was like someone had turned on every light in a house I'd been navigating in the dark. I could feel her breathing. The slow, deep rhythm of it. The warmth of her presence in ...