I was jarred from sleep by a hard hand on my shoulder. Before I was fully awake, I had the person smashed into the table where my head had been laying. A knife to the throat and one hand up between the shoulders.
"Sweet Pete, Eden, it's just me," Nico said. His mouth was smooshed into the desktop, his words a little garbled.
Once I blinked myself awake fully, I noted that the men were all back in the room and the faint pink light that seemed to flood it. With a sheepish grin, I pulled my knife back, let him go. "Sorry. You don't want to wake me up by touching me. Ever." I slid my knife back into its sheath.
Nico seemed confused on which part of his body to soothe first, his face, wrist, or shoulder. He nodded. "Obviously. Although I wish someone would have told me that sooner." He glared at Massi.