“I’m not helpless. Even if my magic is wonky.” “I know. I never thought you were.” Okay. That was good. I yawned and snuggled closer. “We should go to the bedroom.” “Oh?” I perked up. “To sleep,” he clarified. “I suspect we’re going to have a long night.” “Fine.” I dragged him to the bed, determined to change his mind. Yes, I was tired, but hello? There was a sexy hellhound in my bed. Who wanted sleep? I yawned again. Damn it. Me, apparently. I wanted sleep. Within minutes of curling up against Dillon’s side, I couldn’t quit yawning, nor could I keep my eyes open. Okay. Fine. I’d sleep. But when we woke up, nothing was going to stop me from getting to know my hellhound better. Every inch of him.”