A series of knocks jerks me out of a dream involving a lot of naked skin, among other details I have no business recalling. I wipe a trail of drool from my cheek. "Gross."
Another knock.
"Come in." My voice comes out scratchy. Clearing my throat, I sit up on my bed, wondering who it is.
My entire body stiffens as Andrew steps through the doorway. His limp brown hair falls into his eyes and something about his expression is strange, but what catches my attention is the pillow in his hands.
"What are you doing here?" Despite him obviously being here to deliver what I need, the words come out defensive. I was glad to see he was alive earlier, but it doesn't mean I wanted to see him in person. I just didn't want to recognize another body on the pile.
"Delivering this." He holds up the pillow like a peace offering, but his eyes are intense as they look me over. "Lycan King's orders."
My fingers twitch with the urge to snatch it from him.
