Matthias hadn't slept so well in years. He'd woken up once in the middle of the night, jolted from sleep by a nightmare, but the sight of Dutch sleeping beside him was enough to calm his nerves. He'd curled back up against her soft, warm body and slipped right back under.

But now he's awoken suddenly for a second time, not from a nightmare, but from a stranger. A year in Hellgate had made him a light sleeper, and it had taught him to be alert, not bleary-eyed or sleep-muddled, and so he sat up, jaw clenched and body tense, ready to fight.

The man in Dutch's bedroom is as much a giant as he is, looming and muscled. He's half-dressed like he's spent the night here with the two of them, but that's impossible. Matthias is confused, but despite the man's stature, he is unafraid.

"I don't speak that. Who are you?" he growls, standing at full height, hands curled into fists.