[The Next Day: Dawn]
Ovelia's POV
A sharp, throbbing pain split my skull as consciousness returned. This must be what they call a hangover, I thought miserably, pressing my palms against my temples. The room was still dark, but pale moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting everything in a silvery haze.
I turned over—and froze.
Ace lay beside me, his bare chest rising and falling with each steady breath, his arms wrapped securely around my waist. The warmth of his skin seeped through the thin fabric of my shirt.
"Ehhh!" The yelp tore from my throat before I could stop it. Without thinking, I shoved him with all my strength.
*BAM!*
Ace hit the floor with a grunt, blinking up at me in groggy confusion.
Lady Firera's laughter echoed in my mind, sending a fresh wave of heat to my cheeks.
Ace groaned as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "Ouch! What's the matter with you, Ovelia? Having a bad dream or something?"
