" Raven woke slowly, in a dense fog, layers and layers of it. Somehow she knew she wasn’t supposed to wake, but nevertheless it was imperative she do so. She pried her eyes open and turned her head toward the window. Sunlight was streaming in. She pushed herself into a sitting position, the covers sliding away to expose bare skin.
“Mikhail,” she whispered aloud, “you take altogether too many liberties. "

― Christine Feehan , Dark Prince (Dark, #1)