Chapter 87

Three In The Morning.

Elara Winterfell.

I shifted in my sleep, pushing against a warm body that seemed to envelope my entire being. I welcomed the warmth and burrowed even deeper inside until I heard a groan under me.

My eyes snapped open in surprise. I was disoriented. Where was I? What was going on? I moved slightly, and I realized that I was lying down on someone. A man, to be precise?

What happened last night? Fractured memories began piecing itself in my mind. There was a party. I let myself go for the first time in a long while. Beckett was going to be well soon....