Lilith POV
She woke up on a man's chest.
That was the first thing she noticed.
The second thing was that the man was Nicholas Blackwood and his arm was around her waist and his heartbeat was steady under her cheek and the waterfall was still going, still loud, still falling thirty feet into the dark pool like nothing had changed.
Everything had changed.
She lay still for a moment.
Just breathing.
Just letting herself be here without immediately doing something about it.
The sky above the trees had shifted....still dark but differently dark, the particular blue-black that happened in the last hour before dawn when the night had run out of ideas. The mist was thinner now. The moonlight softer.
She could feel the bond.
She had been able to feel it since the marking, that warm hum at the base of her throat, the pull toward him that she had been fighting and ignoring and pretending she didn't notice. But this morning it was different.
Not pulling anymore.
