"What's the commotion?" I stirred at the vague sounds of chirping and conversation, slipping deeper into the blanket and Natha's embrace.
"The Elf is here," Natha murmured against my hair, pulling me closer to him by my waist.
I blinked drowsily for a minute, trying to digest the information. My blurry eyes glanced at the window, where the sunlight had just trickled into the room. My head was raised in surprise when my brain registered this. "This early?"
"He came from a bakery or something," Natha pushed me back to the bed, so I laid on top of his bare chest.
"You mean...the bakery that Zia liked?"
"Maybe?"
I whistled and looked toward the door. So that was what he meant by coming here in the morning. Honestly, that bakery was truly good. They were so good that the bread and pastries were usually sold off in an hour or two after the place was open.
