Not much had been said between them since Gavriel and Aliana had finally woken up just as the sun was dipping below the horizon.
Yet, the quiet that settled between them was warm and comfortable. There was a mountain of things to discuss, but neither felt the need to rush into it.
Last night had been intense for both of them.
Aliana had slept peacefully throughout the day, and Gavriel had drifted into a heavy, dreamless sleep right beside her, keeping her held tight against his chest.
In truth, they likely would have slept straight through to the next morning if Cillian hadn't called. A panicked update from Winston had tipped him off that the mansion looked like a wrecked war zone and the master suite was sealed with yet another barrier, prompting him to check if they were both alright.
Aliana had stirred the moment Cillian's boisterous voice echoed through the receiver.
