~Dahlia's POV~
"She's been asleep for a while now."
"How long?"
"I don't know, about 12 hours… maybe more. But who cares?"
"I do! I do because she's been sleeping through most of her sentence when she's supposed to be awake, being punished! Why did you let her sleep for so long?"
"Like I said earlier, because I do not care!"
The bickering noise between two bodyguards tore me out of my slumber and I begrudgingly peeled my eyes open only to be met with surprise when I felt the weight of something pressing down against me.
It felt heavy and for some reason, it smelled… heavenly.
My nostrils twitched as a feeling akin to desire pooled at the bottom of my stomach. This cloak smelled like someone… someone familiar.
My mate.