Nott rolled to her side, her head still banging from the hangover that usually greeted her each morning. The warm body at her side was another familiar sight. Usually Doyle was beside her or reading in bed, somehow a presence in her mornings. But as her eyes opened more slowly, she became increasingly aware that this figure was more muscular and larger than she expected.

Jolting up, she stared down at Angel's form, naked in bed. "Oh for fuck's sake!" She slapped her head.