Vessara stirred as the sharp, continuous beep of her phone cut through her dreamless sleep. She groaned in frustration. Eyes still heavy, her hand moved across the sheets without lifting her head, but it met only cool and rumpled fabric. No phone.
With a deep sigh, she shifted onto her side, but a deep ache radiated through her muscles, thighs, back, and shoulders. It reminded her of the past few days in vivid and unflinching detail.
She abandoned the effort to sit and lay there a moment longer, breathing in the light scent of Vael that still clung to the pillows.
The ringing persisted. She knew exactly who it was. Anthea never gave up.
