Chapter 85 Consequence V

• Judge’s [POV]
• It’s the middle of the morning when Mercedes finally stirs. I haven’t closed my eyes for more than a few minutes.
• She rolls onto her back, arching, stretching, feline-like, her arms over her head with a soft, luxurious moan. The birds chirping outside can be heard through the window, which is open a crack. She yawns, covering her mouth, and blinking her eyes open momentarily before rolling back onto her side with a sigh.