My brain begins to wake up as I feel the edge of my bed dip alerting me to a presence in my room.
“I understand you have this well-thought-out intricate plan on how to handle the boy and this Grigoras mess, but does your plan have to involve me babysitting him while you’re off fighting the ultimate battle for survival?” I hear my grandpa huff. I turn my head away and dive my head under my pillow. What is with the people in this family always disrupting my sleep? “Alina, I’m speaking to you,” says grandpa in a hard voice as he pokes me in the back.
“And I’m ignoring you. Take the hint,” I grumble.
“I’m trying to speak to you young lady,” he scolds.
“And I’m trying to sleep. What does everyone have against me sleeping?” I groan. I feel the bed shift as I feel my grandpa lay down beside m
