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It would have been a bad night…day…but with Adam beside me in bed, dark dreams of eyes glowing man-high in the night didn’t stand a chance of disturbing my sleep.
I finally woke up when my stomach let me know it thought my throat was cut.
The room was pitch-black, and it took a couple of blinks before my eyes focused and I could check the clock.
It was almost one-thirty. What? How…?
I blinked again.
A.M? Holy majoly! I’d slept through the whole afternoon and into the next night?
“Adam?” No response. That was when I realized I was alone in my bed. Had he left without saying goodbye?
But no, he wouldn’t do that. And besides, I could hear the murmured conversation from the other room.
“He hasn’t woken, my lord. Is this usual?”
“No. But then what we asked of him wasn’t usual either.”