At the crack of dawn, Ember woke up. Draven was still sitting in his chair, staring outside. Sleep hadn't come to him when his mate wasn't in his arms. Sensing her movement, he went to her. Her face looked better compared to how pale she had been when she first woke up.
She opened her eyes, spotting Draven, and felt relieved. He helped her sit up in bed, her hand still holding Morpheus'.
"He hasn't woken up yet?" Ember asked, fighting against the lingering pain in her heart.
Draven shook his head. "It might take a little more time."
Ember nodded and turned to Morpheus, noticing something. "His hair color—has it changed, or are my eyes playing tricks on me?"
"You're seeing it right. His hair has turned gold from gray-blue," Draven confirmed.
She extended her hand to touch the silky gold hair. "Why did it change color? He looks like Aureus now, with gold hair."
