She awoke before dawn, and the moment Alyssa stirred, Tilly woke. The little monkey stretched, her glance caught on a sleeping Abigail, and she jumped from her pillow right on top of the slumbering jinn. Abigail startled awake, appearing on the other side of the bed with her sword in hand, still sleep-mired and in her sleeping gown, but adrenaline quickly replaced the cobwebs.
Tilly grinned, and laughing her little monkey laugh, jumped into the safety of Alyssa’s arms.
“You little s**t,” Abigail hissed, and Alyssa couldn’t contain her laughter.
“You would not think it was funny if she did that to you,” Abigail said, her sword disappearing.
“Probably not, but you would be the one laughing,” Alyssa reminded.
“Probably,” Abigail agreed, a smirk pulling at her lips just as someone knocked
