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“Ahem.”
A short cough woke me from my restless slumber. The bright morning sun pierced through the holes of the Barn and tickled my face. It’d have been a perfect way to wake up, if it hadn’t been for the face glaring at me.
I rubbed my eyes, surprised at the sight. “Flavia?”
“Ahem.”
Another voice demanded attention and it was no surprise.
“Ah. And Astrid. Of course.” I stretched my arms and rolled my head around my shoulders, trying to get rid of the stiffness. The hay wasn’t the most comfortable to sleep on, but it was far from the worst place.
“Are you sleeping here?” Astrid sneered, her voice sharp and as annoying as ever.
“None of your business,” I remarked. I dusted some straws of hay from my shirt and pushed myself up to my feet. As much as I liked the dusk wolves, I wasn
