     You could tell it was getting close to summer by the way Lyanna slept. Half under the sheets, half on top of, one leg partially off the bed in the open air, hair loose and spread out, her face drawn as if in concentration. Her sleep was fitful at best, but at the moment she was still, breathing steadily.
     A cooling spell had been cast on the room, and yet she still looked hot. With a simple tank top on, she lay there trying to catch all the cool air that she could. She could only imagine how hot Karmichael must be in his own bed, as the fan was loud enough to hear faintly within her own room.
     It had been a while since Paimon had intruded in her room, and so she had taken the wards down that had been meant to keep the demon out, foolishly thinking that the late night visits would stop now. So she slept at least somewhat peacefully, feeling content in her room, believing that she was alone.
