EMBER’S POV

That gets his attention. He glances over.

“You should be resting.”

“I’ve been resting for six hours. I’ve rested enough to last me into the next life.”

I sit up slowly and let the blanket slide down to pool at my hips. I watch his eyes catch on it, then darken by degrees as he realises I’m no longer wearing what I had on when he left.

Just this.

A slip of nothing. Sheer, pale, cut so low it barely contains my breasts, the hem skimming high on my thighs. The kind of thing that was never meant to be worn for long.

“I found a little surprise...