Aurora Rose Reynolds

“Jesus, baby?” I hear growled through my subconscious as warm fingers rest against my neck under my ear. My eyes open slowly and I blink. “Baby,” Sage whispers, taking a seat on my bed next to my hip, pushing my hair away from my face gently.

“Kelly’s dead,”

Kissing the back of her head, I toss my leg over her and pin her to the bed, where I expect to stay awake. But lying here, with the woman I’m pretty sure was made for me in my arms, I fall asleep.

“It really is simple, honey. You’re his. He’s obviously claimed you.”

“Claimed me?” My nose scrunches up at that, and she giggles.