The rap at my door pulls me from my torpor and into a reality of misery, pain, and mucus. Who dares wake me from my slumber? Roar! Maybe if I curl up and ignore them, they’ll think I’m not home and go away.
The knocking persists.
“Naomi? Hey, I know you’re in there. Open up.”
An icicle stabs into my heart. That voice is of only one woman, and of all the people to show up at my door, why her?
“Come on. It’s Ami. Don’t make me get the keys from the manager.”
Shit. The last thing I need is for Dale to show up. What do I do?
I roll my sorry ass out of bed and toss a robe on. There is no way the princess can kick me any harder than I’ve already done to myself. I can guarantee I’m a disgusting mess, and it’s impossible to think any lower of me.
“Coming,” I growl, shuffling along. Got my z
