Athena slowly stirred awake, the warmth surrounding her making her reluctant to open her eyes.
A steady heartbeat thrummed against her ear, a comforting rhythm that soothed her even before full consciousness set in.
She shifted slightly, only to feel strong arms tightening around her, keeping her close.
A deep inhale from the man beside her sent shivers down her spine, and she knew exactly where she was.
Her gaze slowly traveled upward, and she found herself staring into the face of Mors, his features relaxed in sleep, his dark lashes resting against his skin.
His grip around her waist was secure, as if even in sleep, he refused to let her go.
It was different from the first time they had shared a bed before her death, this time, there was something grounding about it, something that made her feel safe.
