Feathers brushed over my ass, talons combed through my hair, and I woke with a sharp breath, tea and sweetness in my lungs. "Forgive my touch," Laszlo rasped. "The pair of you are…exceptionally beautiful." My eyes opened to find the gryphon already stepping back, although he didn't look away from where I was spread over Hywel's sleeping head like the poorest excuse for a blanket.
