The next morning came way too soon, dragging me out of sleep like a rude alarm clock with zero chill. I groaned, blinking against the light filtering through the half-closed blinds. My body felt heavy, and my mind still clung to the remnants of sleep, but the faint sounds of the city outside were enough to remind me that I had school today.
Stretching lazily, I pulled the blanket over my head, savoring the brief cocoon of warmth. I could already hear faint noises from the kitchen—clinking dishes and the unmistakable hum of Anya’s off-key singing. Probably making herself a fancy breakfast or, knowing her, mixing a smoothie that could double as paint stripper.
With a resigned sigh, I sat up, rubbing my eyes. The room was still the same unfamiliar guest room, cluttered with random knick-kna
