He woke up. The last thing Angelina wanted. How was she meant to explain she was still having nightmares from a war that was fought years ago, and that many of his friends were on the other side? Angelina stiffened when he pulled her closer, but didn't fight it. She'd already learned the hard way that it was pointless to struggle against him; no matter how strong she was, he was stronger. Stupid human gender anatomy.
"I - nothing," she stammered, even though Angelina knew her face was damp from a mixture of tears and sweat. A dampness that even Adrian wouldn't be able to ignore. Bloody hell, why was he even here tonight?
With a sigh, Angelina let her body relax against him. No point in fighting it now. "It's been like this since the battle," she admitted, her voice quiet. "It's nothing, just go back to sleep." Yet another lie. Anyone who knew Angelina knew that she didn't cry easily, and she often pushed her own issues away.