Derya woke. Was there someone in the room? Yes. She couldn’t hear or smell anything out of the ordinary, only the steady beat of Andor’s heart and his breathing, but someone was staring at her. Slipping her hand under the pillow, her fingers grasped the ornate hilt warmed by her body.
“It is only I, Princess, and it took you long enough,” a familiar voice spoke just within the range of her hearing, and only as the slight oppression lifted did she notice it. The scent of elf flooded the room, two heartbeats reached her ears, and two people breathing.
Ninive and Bailey.