At some point, he had covered them with a light blanket and it slipped across her back. Blinking sleepily, she met Eric’s wide-awake eyes watching her, a bemused expression softening his features. A smile quirked her lips. “I am astonished Adonia or stepfather hasn’t appeared to roust us.” “Adonia did. She stood over me like an avenging angel come to slay a fiendish demon. Consideration for you stayed her tongue. Please tell me, what have I ever done to that woman?” “You were born an aristocrat. It is enough.” Sophi sighed and stroked his cheek. “Did you get any sleep? Or were you ‘on guard’ the entire afternoon?” He shrugged. “I rested. I have less need for sleep after, well . . . after.” “After you died?” “Yes.” “So it is more than just the glowing thing,” she said. “Yes, I have more stamina, more endurance.
