Page 46 of Havenfall Harbor
“Can you even pretend that everyone doesn’t fall into line with everything you say?” I narrow my eyes on him, but I don’t have much fight. I’m much too spent for that.
“Do you argue with everyone, or am I just special?”
“Oh, you’re special all right.” My lips curl at the implied insult, but I don’t really mean it that way.
Griffin ignores my pretend jab and jerks his arm to the side, pointing to the bed.
“I’ll talk to the director tomorrow about another room.” I drag my toe against the carpet. The exhaustion I’m feeling fills my voice when I add, “Thank you, Griffin, I…I just, thank you.” I slowly walk over to the bed. Mindful I’m only wearing a shirt, I scoot into the sheets, dragging the covers all the way up to my chin after sinking into the plush pillows.
When I look up, Griffin is staring down at me, but I don’t really think he’s seeing me. He has a glazed expression on his face.
“Do you have an alarm?”
Griffin sucks in a breath and blinks. “No one will come in here,” he promises.
“I mean an alarm clock, I don’t have my phone. It was in my pocket.” It never even crossed my mind to think someone would come in here. I feel completely safe, which is crazy considering I’m lying in a vampire’s bed. One that I’m not even sure likes me.
“Just go to sleep, Quinn.” Griffin sounds half amused and half frustrated. My eyes grow heavy as I wiggle into his bed even further.
“Will you wake me when you leave?” I sound like a scared kid, but I don’t bother trying to hide it.
Griffin brushes a piece of hair away from my forehead. “Sleep,” he demands without answering.
“Promise to wake me if you leave,” I counter.
He huffs and smooths the covers, tucking them closer to my body. “Fine. Now sleep.”
“Okay.” I sigh and let my eyes fall closed. Images of the plane ride and the blood on my floor try to pierce my thoughts, but the darkness edging in wins out before any pictures can truly form. Sleep pulls me under as I feel a caress down the side of my face, I turn toward the touch, craving the comfort it’s offering.
* * *
Stretching,I drag in a deep breath. I know before I open my eyes I’m not in my bed. Thoughts of yesterday play through my head. The plane, Jacob, the pack, and finally all the shit from last night.
My mouth is dry, so I know I’ve been sleeping for a while, but I curl on my side, content to keep sleeping. Griffin’s bed must be a gift from the sandman, because it’s seriously amazing. His scent is still strong, so I bury my face deeper into his pillow. Ugh, why do sexy men have to smell so good?
It’s quiet, so quiet the slow thrum of my heart echoes in my ear that’s resting on the pillow. I crack an eye open, peering into the darkness. The light from the bathroom is extinguished, leaving the room pitch-black.
I lift my head, wondering if Griffin kept his promise. I should get up, at least to see what time it is, but my body would much rather stay in this bed. My mind, however, is awake and already analyzing everything that happened last night.
I heave a sigh and give the pillow a punch, wishing I could ignore my responsibilities for just a little longer.
“With all that flipping and flopping, I’m beginning to think you don’t like my bed.” I stop breathing at Griffin’s words. How the hell could I have not known he was in here?
“The bed isn’t the issue.” My voice is thick with sleep. Griffin makes a grunting sound I can’t decipher, it’s too early for that. “What time is it?” I open my eyes slowly.
“Two thirty.”
I shoot straight up. “In the afternoon?” I question stupidly. I went to bed well after two, so I know the answer.
“Did you know you talk in your sleep?” I can’t see Griffin, but his voice shifts closer to the bed.
I pat down my hair. It got damp last night in the shower, so it’s probably a rat’s nest. “I do, did. I mean yes, I know.” This is strange. It feels like the morning after, but it’s not. The only thing that happened was Griffin showing me kindness. But I’m still half naked in his bed, and that feels like something.
“Did I disturb you?” The room is chilly without the blanket fully covering me. I try to suppress the shiver that racks me.
“No, not really. Cold?” he asks.
My eyes narrow in the direction I suspect him to be. “How well can you see?”
