Lyra’s POV
“Move your elbow, you’re crushing my ribs.”
“That’s not my elbow.”
“Then what…. oh my god, Kael!”
“What? It’s morning! That’s a perfectly natural biological response!”
I groaned and buried my face in my pillow, trying to ignore the chaos of four grown men trying to untangle themselves from my bed. This was exactly why normal people didn’t sleep five to a bed meant for one person.
“Out,” I mumbled into my pillow. “Everyone out. I need to get dressed.”
“We’ve seen you in less,” Marcus pointed out helpfully.
“Out!”
Twenty minutes later, I made it downstairs to find the kitchen already bustling with breakfast preparations. Sarah the cook was directing a small army of helpers, and the wonderful smell of fresh bread and bacon filled the air.
“Morning, sunshine,” she called w
