Evaline:
The shrill buzz of my alarm sliced through the stillness of the room, dragging me unwillingly out of sleep. For a moment, I lay there confused, blinking against the soft glow that was coming from a dim lamp nearby.
I found myself cocooned in warmth, familiar and comforting, and I buried my face deeper into the pillow with a faint groan.
But then it hit me.
This wasn't my room at the Academy. This wasn't my bed. The steady rhythm of a heartbeat beneath my ear reminded me I wasn't even alone.
I froze. Slowly, I tilted my head upward and met the lazy half-awake eyes of Oscar, his arm still draped possessively over my waist. On my other side, Draven stirred, muttering something under his breath as if he was annoyed at the alarm for disturbing his peace.
