Vyan stirred awake to a dull sapphire ceiling staring back at him. It was just as plain and smooth as before. The same ceiling he'd laid under just yesterday before making a sentimental exit for independence and finding a library. And yet, here he was again.
Back. Shamelessly.
Wow, he thought, dragging a hand through his tousled hair, life really knows how to twist your ear and drag you right back to where you left.
He had returned here last night, brought back by Adrian, and since Emma and Elian were already in bed, Vyan too had trudged off to bed without a word. He had thought he wouldn't be able to relax here—at some strangers' place in a strange world.
But surprisingly, he had snoozed off the moment he hit the bed. And it had been a pretty sweet sleep.
Vyan rubbed the sleep from his eyes. There was a fleeting grogginess, followed by the faint realization that the sheets under him smelled faintly of lavender. Maybe that fragrance helped him sleep a little better.
