JAMES
Rain lashes sideways onto the windows.
Roll on Spring.
Is this blasted weather never going to end?
But I'm warm and comfortable; naked next to my dozing Jade-Eyes, her body heat percolating to me. And beyond her...
Where's Michael?
Got up early...?
The wind howls a complaint, rattling glass and the lashing of the rain turns to a spattering...
Sleet?
Why would he get up early for this?
Much better here...
... but over the blather of the weather, I hear the hiss of the shower in the en-suite.
I consider the tumble of red hair lying next to me.
How is she now?
Over the shock?
Or at least dealing with it?
I try an experimental stroke over the curve of a shoulder. She sighs and stirs.
She does look much better...
Another stroke. This time I follow it through along a smooth, pale arm.
The eyes flicker open, green orbs settling on me. The mouth curves up. "Good morning, Master."
"Good morning. Slept well?"
"I did yes."