My puffy eyes hurt as I open them against the feeble morning sunbeams streaming into the room.

Sitting up, I find my mates sprawled in my bed around me and I smile as I watch them sleeping.

“Good morning,” Hendrick says quietly, making my head snap to the side to see him sitting in an armchair. “Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Good morning. Yes!” I flash him a smile and climb out of the bed, trying not to wake anyone.

Of course that doesn’t work like I would like it to, and Fynn grabs my arm, just as I’m about to get out of bed, looking at me...