Sunlight slipped through the thatched roof and landed right on Ren's face. She groaned and tried to roll over, but she was stuck.
Again.
Kael was sprawled over her like a possessive starfish. One big arm hugged her ribs, his face pressed into her neck, and a heavy leg pinned her down with all his weight.
"Kael," Ren wheezed, tapping his forearm. "Oxygen. I need it."
"Mmm," Kael grumbled into her skin. He didn't move. Instead, he tightened his grip. "Stay."
"I can't stay," Ren said, squirming out of his grip. "We've got seventy-two hours before a zombie apocalypse shows up, and we have no food at all."
Kael cracked open one golden eye, still sleepy and clearly wanting more.
"We have food," he rasped, his hand sliding down to squeeze her hip. "We have the Wolves. If we get hungry, we eat the Wolves."
"We are not eating the employees, Kael! That is an HR nightmare!"
