“Good morning,” I mumbled without even opening my eyes. I knew she was awake and staring at me. Her breath hadn't stopped tingling on my face.

“Morning.” A whisper of a response came my way, and I smiled, pulling her into my arms.

“How did you sleep?” I opened my eyes and caressed her midnight hair, giddy about last night. I knew we still needed to talk. So many things had piled up and needed explaining, but she was just starting to speak and relax around me. And trouble was brewing at our doors.

“Mm,” Onyx returned, and I tickled her.

“I need a real answer,” I teased as she...