Chapter 222

By the time they came out of the bathroom, more than half an hour had passed. Their clothes were both soaked in large patches. Calliope grabbed two clean sets-changed herself first, then helped him into his. The deep shadows under Conrad's eyes were even darker now, like he was running on fumes. He slouched back against the headboard, lifting his eyelids with effort, voice low and sleepy, "Alright, enough messin' around. Come nap with me." He hadn't slept a wink last night, running around in the mountains, and had been busy the whole day. Even someone made of steel would've been wrecked. Calliope's heart softened at the sight. She walked over and helped him lie down. But the second his head hit the pillow, she spun around and slipped onto the narrow couch beside the bed. Then, she drifted off. Next thing she knew, she was being woken by soft, warm breaths grazing her face. Somehow, at some point, the man had ended up on her little couch too-sound asleep, holding her closely, his arm wr