A heavy weight rested on my waist. Blinking awake, I frowned as I rolled over, only to see Cane lying several inches away. Stiffening, I swallowed hard and trailed my gaze to the hand lying close to me, the weight I'd felt when I woke up.
What happened? And why was I on the floor? We lay on a soft, cream-colored rug. A fireplace stood a few feet away, the sound of gently cracking wood the only sound. I was surprisingly warm and comfortable, even after an apparent night on the ground.
Yesterday started off so nice, even though the weather was a bit dim. Moving into winter around here resulted in odd storms and misty days, the sometimes humid air leaving an annoying mist on everything.
I jerked up abruptly when I remembered. The High Priestess. She'd suspected I was in the truck. I'd put everyone here in danger.
"Aspen."
Cane's voice rumbled through the quiet.
"You passed out. I didn't think it was safe to bring you home."
I would have been fine, but how could he know that?