Excerpt of Intergalactic Witness Protection
As sunlight begins to trickle through my blinds, I roll over to try and make out the time on my alarm.
Instead, I make out the form of a woman on my window seat.
Jerking upward, I grab my blanket and tug it up to my chin while I blink sleep out of my eyes.
But she stays present, wearing my clothes, and sleeping in my room. “Um, Astrid?”
She
makes a sound that is somewhere between the plane of wakefulness and
sleep, that is probably the most alluring sound a woman can make.
I clear my throat. “Astrid, did you not like your bed or something?”
A hand moves to push her hair out of her face, and she blinks sleepily at me.
Clutching
my blanket closer, I point at her. “Did you have a bad dream? Because
James is really good with those kinds of things.”
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