#Chapter 120 Neil

The morning light filtered through gauzy curtains as I stirred beneath a blanket that smelled faintly like both Dominic and Neil: warm musk, pine, and something darker, like aged cedar and lightning. It was odd because I was certain that Neil hadn't joined us last night. I stretched, blinking into the soft sunlight as Dominic stepped back into the room, already dressed and watching me with a small smile. “You’re looking better,” he said, his voice low and warm. “You’ve been asleep for almost a two days." I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. “Is that normal?” “I slept for a week my first shift, so probably. You needed it,” he said, coming forward to sit at the edge of the bed. “You’ve been through a lot.” I could still feel the ghost of pain in my muscles, a dull ache that reminded me I wasn’t quite right yet, but the potion Arielle left behind seemed to have worked. It had kept me from shifting again in my sleep, allowing my magic time to settle. Dominic reached out and bru