Chapter Three
“Good morning, princess!”
A cheery voice wakes me. I don’t feel cheery. At all. There’s a drummer in my head who’s decided that my skull makes a lovely drum. Ouch.
“How are you feeling?”
I groan and open my eyes. It’s the blonde guy, with the turquoise-blue eyes. He’s sitting on the side of my very, very comfy bed. It’s so comfy I shouldn’t be allowed to leave it all day. Yes. I can’t leave, I’m sorry. Now let me sleep.
Unfortunately, Crispin has other ideas. “Come on, we need to get going. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.”
I groan again and am very tempted to throw a pillow at him – but that would be too much work. I heave myself up and look around. We’re in a bright, friendly room that looks slightly unlived in – a hotel, most likely. Crispin is already dressed, as
