Chapter 33 Katerina

• Somehow, though I know I had awful nightmares, I don't wake up with the usual migraine. Historically, after terrible nights, I'm wrecked the next morning. This time, I wake up with a cartoonish, cat-like stretch that makes my body sing.
• It's because of him. My attention goes to my bed, the spot Sasha sat while he cradled me against himself. Sasha chased the demons away. I didn't even know that was possible. Throwing open my curtains, I recoil at the bright sun. Then I see the clock on my dresser.
• No way, it's noon? I slept that long? No wonder I feel amazing.