Sera lay awake in the dark, eyes open to the faint glow from the massive moon outside her bedroom windows.
It hung like some type of nightlight inside a child's bedroom.
And it was enough to drive her completely insane.
The men's breathing marked the room in uneven rhythms.
Zubair sat in the chair nearest the door, his chin tucked, body angled like he hadn't allowed himself full sleep. Lachlan sprawled on the rug with one arm flung across his face, legs spread careless as always. Elias had made himself small, curled with a blanket against the base of the couch, glasses folded neat beside him. Alexei had taken the couch itself, boots off, knife still tucked within easy reach.
They slept.
She couldn't.
Her stomach hurt.
