Kieran's POV
The warmth of my blanket was a stubborn anchor, and I fought its pull with a lazy groan. Sunlight, entirely too cheerful for my mood, streamed across the room.
The blissful embrace of my dreams was shattered by a persistent tugging on my ankles. I let out a muffled groan, burying my face deeper into the pillow. "Five more centuries," I slurred.
But the tugging didn't stop. I cracked one eye open to see Kayden, standing at the foot of my bed, diligently dragging me by my feet out from under the warm covers. Morning light glinted off his determined expression.
"Whaaat is it?" I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. I buried my face back into the pillow. "Why are you dragging me? Let a man hibernate."
I peeked to see Kayden let go of my feet, his hands moving with practiced ease. It's eight o'clock and You're still sleeping. Why?
