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Jaime woke with a start, gasping for air, glancing wildly around the unfamiliar chamber. His head automatically jerked to the side to find Brienne sleeping soundly beside to him. ‘Brienne?’ he hissed, shaking her shoulder.
One baleful blue eye slowly opened. ‘You are fortunate I do not sleep with a knife in my hand here.’ Her voice was husky and indistinct.
Jaime released a pent-up breath. He hovered over Brienne, inspecting her closely. Her eyes were the blue of summer skies, skin flushed and warm. ‘Go back to sleep,’ he told her, tugging the edge of the coverlet over her bare shoulder. Brienne promptly shut her eye, and presently her breathing was once more deep and even. Jaime pushed the bedding away and slid from the bed.