Zique’s eyes fluttered open, and out of the darkness of unconsciousness he escaped into the light. The sun was up, forcing it’s way through the drawn curtains and through every little crease in his ceiling.

He could see the crumbled sheets, his dresser, his bedside table, he could see everything that belonged in his room along with something or rather someone who did not.

His mate...

She was laying on his left arm, eyes closed, breaths steady as she slept. The sheets barely did a thing to cover