I awoke to a cool draft caressing my face. My eyes were heavy, fluttering as I struggled to open them. The room was dim, lit only by the starlight falling through the windows, which, for their part, had been cracked open an inch. I shivered. I never slept with the window open, not even in Haven.
As I shifted, starting to sit up, I felt pressure on my stomach, a weight pressing through the blanket. Blinking, barely eyed, and yawning, I glanced down, and a small smile tugged at my lips. Luke had fallen asleep at the side of my bed, and his head rested on my side, his arm draped over me like a belt. I sat up, careful not to wake him, letting his head rest in my lap.
To my surprise, he didn't stir. His breathing didn't even change.
"Some warrior you are," I whispered, brushing my fingers through his hair. "You're supposed to be hyper alert and vigilant all the time. Ernyst would be disappointed."
