I covered my mouth with my hand as I yawned. My long, undisturbed nap on the plane left me feeling groggy. “It's beautiful! Better than I remember,” I said, trying to muster the appropriate excitement in my tone. Speaking through a yawn dampened that prospect, but thankful y Jared could feel what I couldn't adequately express.
He lifted me off my feet, and carried me to the bed, his body outlining mine. It felt as if we'd never left.
“You should rest, Miss Grey. We have work to do.”
“Work?” I asked, sleepy. “What kind of work?”
“We're changing your name tomorrow,” he whispered in my ear.