Amaya's pov 

 I wake up surrounded by warmth.

 For a blissful second, I forget everything. Forget Cara, forget the facility, forget the black sedan. There's just the safety of strong arms around me, the steady breathing of my mates, the bond humming contentedly.

 Then reality crashes back and my eyes snap open.

 I'm sandwiched between Alvaro and Javier. Alvaro's still asleep, face relaxed in a way it never is when he's awake. Javier's eyes are closed but I can tell from his breathing he's awake. Probably has been for a while.

 Luciano's in the chair by the window, exactly where he was when I fell asleep. He's watching the parking...