She’d woken tangled up with Razik, her head on his chest, the morning after he’d given her the Source Mark. She’d gone to sleep in his tunic and her own loose-fitting pants. And she’d woken up without the pants. Razik was so godsdamn hot with all that dragon fire in his veins. She’d obviously gotten uncomfortable in her sleep, but for the love of Anala. Waking up without pants on next to him?
