Quill slept first easily, his arms holding me so close to him.
I cuddled into him, my eyes still wide awake as my stomach twisted with unease. I wasn't sure why; I had bought all of the gifts way ahead of time and now here I was, with my sleeping husband being plagued with worry and fear.
Quill shifted then, his hand tangled in my hair. I loved how no matter how long we would sleep in the same bed together, he always had to be touching something of me.
Eventually though, his warmth and the steady of his heartbeat lulled me into sleep.
Blood coated my mouth, the coppery taste on my tongue. Warm goop blinded me, and when I swiped at it with my hands in an attempt to help take some off, my hands came away, bloodied and red.
Was this my blood? Was I dead?
