Serena stirred awake, arms wrapped around her. She was lying on top of a chest that rose and fell with steady breaths.
She blinked, disoriented.
Then flashes of memory started to surface. Dark Fae. Gold light pouring out of her. And her squirming out of Fin and Dex's arms as they both tried to catch her.
Gods, that was embarrassing.
"Hey, Serena... it's okay," Dex murmured, kissing the top of her head.
She was dazed. And now she was lying on top of Dexmon.
She tried to push herself off of him to see where she was. And because she was thirsty. More the latter.
Dexmon's arms tightened around her. "Serena, wait. We need to talk."
She exhaled, head throbbing. "Dex, can I get a tonic?"
Her voice came out hoarse and didn't sound like her at all.
Dex stiffened at the sound. "Shit. Yeah, hold on."
