The early morning air is chilly, and the castle halls are probably even colder. But if you don’t get up now, you’ll never finish everything you need to do today.

You shift, carefully sliding out from under the warm covers, trying not to wake the grumpy, oversized knight next to you.

You barely get one foot on the floor before—

A strong arm wraps around your waist.

Suddenly, you’re yanked back into the bed, crashing against a warm, muscular chest.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

Izek’s voice is hoarse with sleep, low and gruff against your ear.

You sigh. "Izek, let go."

"No."

You squirm, but he tightens his grip, his body a wall of warmth against your back.