The first thing Vyra registered was the unfamiliar weight beside her, the warmth radiating from a body that was decidedly not her own. Then came the familiar scent – a intoxicating mix of sleep, a hint of something musky and distinctly User's, and beneath it, a resonance that prickled her skin and sent a jolt through her still-hazy mind. Her eyes snapped open, silver wide with immediate, disorienting panic. White sheets, rumpled and tangled, were pulled up to her waist. Her head throbbed, and fragmented images flashed – a whirlwind of sensation, a primal urgency, a face, too close, too real – but no coherent memory.