Audrey awakened feeling more rested than she'd felt in a long time. A very long time. Over the course of years, if possible.
As she stretched her bones shifted with happy cracks. Energy surged through her veins, lighting her senses in ways she once thought impossible.
Last night a lot had happened. From the ecstatic kiss to the innocent yet destabilizing drawing down to whispers of the monster in her dreams. But somewhere between that and this morning something changed. For the better.
She rolled to the side and snuggled against the pillow there. Feint traces of a familiar scent caught her nose. She pressed into the softness of the pillow and inhaled.
Lightning. Stormy skies. There was no mistaking it. Her bed smelled like Deckard.
That shouldn't be possible. As far as she knew he'd never come in here. Well, at least not since she moved in.
She mulled over it as she cleaned up and got dressed in loose pants and a shirt she'd conveniently forgotten to return to Tristan.
