Sleepy Head

"Welcome back, sleepy head," Greta greeted, leaning against the door frame of the bedroom to see Maggie and her brother embracing. "How is August?"

Graeme's forehead feathered with tension at the reminder of his absent mate. Was it horrible to imagine just staying in that healing world with her forever? There was nothing to worry about there—all worries and responsibilities were paused for the duration of their stay.

It was not long enough with her this last time. It felt as if the minute he was able to appreciate her presence she was gone. His throat bobbed remembering how she had just been in his arms—warm and wet from the hot spring. Goddess, she needed to return to him as soon as possible.

"August is… August is fine," he replied, glancing at the empty space next to him in bed—his voice still raspy from sleep. "How long have I been out?"

"Two days," Greta pushed off of the doorframe to enter the room with a cup of hot tea in her hands. She handed it to her brother.