Scout’s POV
"You are going to look like a target if you stay under those sheets," Alice said.
A hard snap echoed through the room as she yanked the heavy velvet curtains wide open. Blinding, hot morning light slammed into my retinas. I winced, the sudden glare burning through my eyelids, and buried my face deeper into the pillow. The fabric smelled like stale laundry and my own sweat.
"Get your hands off me," I muttered into the mattress. My voice sounded thin, dry, and rough from sleep.
The mattress groaned under sudden weight. A second later, the heavy comforter was ripped violently from my body. The cold air hit my bare calves like a slap. I scrambled up onto my elbows, my heart hammering a fast, jagged rhythm against my ribs.
"We are going shopping, Luna Scout," Alice said.
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