The room was still dark, but her head was just at a dull throb. Even her chest felt better, still sore and bruised, but she was breathing normally now. She remembered Cage coming into the room a couple of times last night; he’d leave the hall light on, come in and check on her. Once he was satisfied, he’d adjust her covers, kiss her forehead and then go back to his room. Sophie never said anything to him, she just let him take care of her. She didn’t want to admit it was adorable and sweet, his concern for her. She wasn’t used to dropping her shields for anyone. But they melted away every time Cage came near. The effort it took to put them back up when he left was waning also. Swinging her legs over the bed, she gave a careful stretch, testing the stiffness in her back and chest. A warm shower would do her wonders. She grabbed some clothes from the bag at the foot of the bed, Cage must have left at some point, and headed to the bathroom.
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