THIRD PERSON’S MULTIPLE POVAurelian’s right hand flew to his forehead before his eyes had finished opening.The headache split through his skull in a single, sharp line and he lay still for a moment, waiting for it to pass. His body felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry, every muscle carrying the specific exhaustion of a night that had not included much sleep.He pushed himself upright slowly and looked around.Tavian’s room. Tavian’s sheets. Tavian’s robe hanging on the chair beside the bed.He was very much naked.He got up, moved to the bathroom, and stood under cold water until his head cleared and his skin remembered what temperature felt like. He dried off, pulled on Tavian’s robe, and made his way downstairs.The smell of food reached him before the kitchen did.Tavian stood at the stove with his back turned, managing two plates with the focused concentration of someone who cooked infrequently but was determined not to let that show. He turned when he heard footsteps
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