Penelope’s POV

The first thing I noticed was the soft light filtering through the curtains, muted gold spilling over the sheets as if promising peace. Yet ahead, the ache in my shoulders, the tight pull of healing skin along my ribs told me that peace was not yet mine. However long this lasted, I wasn't ready to leave the warmth of whatever magical blanket wrapped around me.

I paused for a moment, wishing I could freeze this feeling, lost in the echoes of last night, Daemon's warmth, his ...