She was only vaguely aware of the voices around her, speaking so softly. "Should we wake her?" one asked, from across the room.
"She needs to rest," Another replied, right beside her. "After what she did, she deserves it."
"She deserves to be at the trial," the first said. "After all, that monster's tried to kill her so many times, she deserves to put her vote in for his fate."
"I don't want to put that on her now," the other voice said.
Ari stirred, feeling something warm and soft beneath her, and both voices went quiet as she opened her eyes. At first, her vision was clouded, fogged by sleep. As it cleared, she saw she was in a room, the walls a pale blue. The bed beneath her was comforting, but not as much as the face that looked back at her. "Garrett," she said softly.
"Good morning, my love," he said, smiling. "Did we wake you?"
Ari glanced about again, and spotted Damien leaning against the open doorframe. "No,"