I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door.
Not aggressive knocking. Polite, measured knocking that suggested the person on the other side had been waiting for signs of life and was now actively creating some.
"Food's ready," Ryota's voice came through the door. "You've been out for two days. Figured you'd be hungry."
I blinked at the ceiling, my brain slowly coming online.
We were in a coalition safehouse, mortal realm, somewhere that wasn't the infernal throne room. The bed was comfortable in a way that suggested someone had put actual thought into "places where people recover from fighting cosmic entities."
"Give us a few minutes," I called back, voice hoarse from two days of disuse.
Footsteps retreated down the hallway.
I turned my head to look at Azryth, still asleep beside me, and had the kind of moment that probably should've felt ridiculous but didn't.
My demon husband was just unfairly handsome.
