The hazy light of pre-dawn greeted Rowan as he snapped out of his slumber. The heightened sense of urgency prickling inside him had decided he'd recovered enough, and he agreed.
Today the scales would finally tip in his favor. He could feel it.
Normally he would have needed a full day's rest before he was ready to absorb more of Wren's unique blend of poison, but not this time. Thanks to the help of Yamm's magic in the wisteria blossom, he woke before the sun, feeling more alert than he should have considering he'd been half-drunk on top of his exhaustion when he'd crawled under the covers beside Wren the evening before.
Not wanting to waste a single minute of the advantage Yamm had given him, Rowan slid out of the bed, anxious to return to the shrine. Naturally Wren chose this moment to show signs of waking. He stirred but didn't fully rouse, a mumble of protest forming on his lips as he rolled toward Rowan, flinging one arm out as if to keep him there.
