She blinked her eyes open, scanning the room for a pitcher of water. She propped herself up on her elbow as she spotted one sitting on the table across the room. As she moved to shuffle off the bed, a hand snaked around her stomach and hauled her back against a warm, hard chest. “Stay,” Renwick whispered in a sleep addled voice. A smile tugged up the corners of Rua’s lips. “I was just going to get a glass of water.” “Use your magic to bring it to you,” Renwick murmured into her hair.
