The sound of Sandra opening the door was soft, but Anthony, ever vigilant, was a light sleeper. At the slightest noise, he sat up straight in bed.
"Anthony, are you trying to haunt me?"
Sandra was startled, but after calming herself, she spoke.
"It's the middle of the night. Why aren't you resting in your own place? What are you doing here? Don't tell me you're here because you can't resist me?"
Anthony grinned mischievously, his teasing words making Sandra's face flush with embarrassment.
"Ugh! Anthony, how can you be so conceited?"
"I'm here to ask if there's a chance we'll be fighting tomorrow," Sandra inquired.
"Why do you say that?"
Anthony stretched lazily, then asked.
"I noticed you had them working all night setting up traps and building watchtowers."
"And today, you've b
