Lawrence never expected the outcome in the morning.
He was a light sleeper, trained to wake at the slightest disturbance. But this time, it wasn't danger that stirred him, it was something far more unexpected.
Warm, soft lips pressed against his.
For a split second, he thought he was still dreaming, but as his senses sharpened, he realized the weight straddling him, the heat radiating from another body so close to his.
His eyes flew open.
Elara.
Her face was flushed, her breath warm against his skin. But what stunned him the most was her eyes, they weren't their usual deep color but instead glowed with an eerie, unnatural hue.
"Elara..." His voice came out rough as he attempted to move, but the moment he tried to push her away, he froze.
She was strong.
Much stronger than she should be.
His arms, which had held down men twice her size in combat, were pinned to the bed by her delicate hands as if he were the weaker one.
