Adrian POV
I woke slowly, which was, in itself, unusual enough that I lay still for a moment just to confirm it was actually happening.
No jolt. No visions clawing at the edges of sleep, dragging me upright before I was ready. Just the gradual, ordinary transition from unconscious to awake, sunlight filtering through the curtains, Elena's weight warm against my side.
"You're staring at the ceiling," she murmured, not opening her eyes. "I can feel it."
"I slept."
"You slept last week too."
"I slept for eight hours," I said, checking the clock again, as if it might have lied to me the first time. "Straight through. No visions. No waking at three because some fragment of a future I can't control decided to announce itself."
She opened one eye, studying me. "That's new."
"That's unprecedented," I corrected. "I don't think I've slept eight consecutive hours since I was fourteen years old."
"How does it feel?"
