Zaliyah slowly stirred awake, He didn't know what hour of the day it had bled into, only that his mind felt like wet wool and the last thing he recalled before the darkness took him was cursing Xulthas's name.
Then came the sudden shift in temperature—the sensation of being lifted, carried, and lowered into an expanse of water so hot it made every nerve ending in his battered body snap awake.
A sharp gasp tore from his throat.
Above him, a deep laugh vibrated through the air, Instantly burning away the fogginess in Zaliyah's brain. He whipped his head around, his violet eyes locking onto the familiar walls of Xulthas's private bedchamber.
Instead of pulling away, Zaliyah exhaled deeply and leaned his head back against Xulthas's bare chest.
