When Jamie opened his eyes, two things immediately entered his field of vision.
First was the golden morning light filtering through the windows directly opposite the bed. The second—and far more important—was the head of silver-purple hair resting against his chest.
Deciding the first was entirely irrelevant, he focused on the second instead.
Reaching out with his left hand, he ran his fingers through her soft hair. The light motion stirred her awake, and she slowly pushed herself up, blinking groggily as she stared at him, still caught in the haze of sleep.
Jamie offered a lazy smile.
"Good morning, Mira."
She blinked again, then shook her head as if trying to dispel her drowsiness. A second later, she pressed the heel of her palm to the side of her head and tapped it lightly.
Immediately, her body seemed to reset—her drowsiness vanished, her posture straightened, and whatever self-imposed limitations she had placed on her stamina were gone in an instant.
