Oriana’s POV

Sleeping in the same bed would have been dangerous, so Robin left to sleep on the couch in the packhouse. Probably for the best considering how steamy and obnoxious my dreams were. It would be embarrassing if he were laying next to me while I tossed and turned. His name on my lips. Sweat beading across my forehead.

A nice break from those nightmares, but at least I knew what to expect when Sekhmet was visiting me. When Robin was in my head, it was nothing but ...