"Drake?" Jess sat up in bed, "Drake, what are you doing?"

"Nothin', love. Go back to sleep."

"No. what is it?"

Drake sighed; he should have known Jess would be stubborn about this.

"I was just makin' sure you were okay. Go to sleep, love."

Drake made to close the door, but Jess sighed herself and pushed the blankets back, throwing her feet off the edge of the bed. Drake watched as she practically stalked over to him. Jess pulled him all the way into the room by his nightshirt and closed the door so it was dark again. The window curtains were open, letting the New York moonlight flow into the room.

Jess tugged him over to the bed and made him sit down before she asked, "Why do you sneak into my room at night?"

She didn't see it with her eyes, but she felt her Master freeze under her hands. Jess placed her hands on Drake's shoulders and said, "Drake, what's wrong?"

"Nothin', love," the sorcerer tried to twist out from under Jess's fingers. The Apprentice held fast.

"Something is wrong. You don't want to talk about it. Fine. But don't sit there and lie to me," Jess said firmly.

She felt Drake wince.

"Now, if you're just going to keep sneaking in here, you might as well stay."

She pushed Drake's shoulders back so that he fell back on the mattress. Jess circled the bed and slipped beneath the dark sheets again. After she settled, Jess felt Drake shift so that his head was on the pillow. The rest of her sleep that night was only somewhat peaceful.