I was warm. Comfortable. The kind of comfortable that made you forget where you were, like being wrapped in a big, fluffy blanket on a cold day.
Maybe I had finally died. Maybe the survival test had actually killed me, and this was the afterlife. If so, I wasn't going to complain—
Wait.
Why did the afterlife smell like Maeve?
My eyes snapped open.
I was cuddling Maeve.
No. Not just cuddling. Practically wrapped around her. My head was buried against her chest, one of my arms was draped around her waist, and my leg—oh no, my leg was thrown over hers.
My entire body turned to ice.
Slowly, like I was trying not to wake a sleeping beast, I lifted my head and glanced up.
Maeve was asleep.
Which was shocking because Maeve didn't do sleep. I was convinced she ran purely on caffeine, spite, and the suffering of her students.
