ELIA
She sat bolt-upright in bed, panting and shaking. It was morning. How was it already morning? She'd only just gone to sleep—and been with Reth no more than a few minutes. She blinked and looked around, but it was definitely the morning light shining behind the curtains of the large room and making triangles on the vaulted ceiling.
Then she remembered what Reth had done and she turned her hand over, sniffing it carefully.
Her heart leapt. She could smell him. And there was a light, but very noticeable scratch down the back of her wrist.
She couldn't have done that to herself in her sleep, surely?
Heart pumping, she leapt out of the bed and hurriedly got dressed, then ran across the suite to Gahrye's room.
"Gahrye! Gahrye! You have to smell my—oh!"
