She woke up with a severe ache in her neck. Claire almost couldn't move her head. When she turned, she saw Zach staring at her. Arlan was still asleep beside her, breathing quietly.
"Did you sleep well?"
Color immediately stained her cheeks. Most of her night was spent trying to conjure an image in her mind that wasn't the blasted King's face, rather than worrying about the hard ground that pressed into her backside or the cold that seeped into her skin.
"I have no complaints," she murmured.
Zach moved his hand from beneath her and patted her head. Arlan stirred at the slight movement.
"Is it morning already?" He murmured in a sleepy voice.
Claire glanced up at the feeble rays forcing their way through the crevices at the top and cave covering. "I believe it is."
Arlan sat up and stretched. "I haven't slept so well before."
Claire blinked. She couldn't feel her backside. "I'm glad you had a good night."
