I woke up in the same tent as before, although now I recognized it as Luke's. The air was brisk, the canvas ceiling gray with soft light. Was it morning? Or evening?
Yawning, I sat up and stretched, tail curling beneath the sheets. They were coarse and rough, but warm. And they smelled of Luke. I blushed at the thought, hugging them to my chest.
There was no one else there, but I spied Luke's journal back on the desk. My blush darkened as I realized he must have found it on the hillside sometime after I'd nodded off. He wouldn't be too mad, right? After all, it wasn't if I knew it had been his…at the time.
