Neveah woke up aching in places she didn't know she had. Last night, she had lost count of how many turns had been taken on her, along with track of time, her voice and her senses too.
And what was left in its wake was a sore throat, aching limbs, and a bittersweet realisation that she had awakened the darker side of two insatiable dragons, and not even her wolf stamina could save her.
'Can you still handle me?'
Thinking back, she couldn't imagine what had led her to say those words.
She was not certain when she had drifted off to sleep. Or rather, when they had finally let her sleep. Before that, she had been woken up more than a few times when her body helplessly reacted to their touch.
It was hard to decide who was really doomed.
Her eyes fluttered open. Xenon lay beside her, propped up on an elbow, a lazy smile on his lips. The bare traces of daylight seeping through the canopy of trees encased him, and his damp hair gleamed, just as his eyes did.
