Reign had forgotten what early mornings felt like.
Two years of working at Asher's company had trained her body into a specific rhythm, up by seven, out by eight, moving on schedule. But somewhere between the appendectomy and the chaos of the past few weeks, that rhythm had quietly dismantled itself, and what had replaced it was the deeply comfortable habit of sleeping until her body decided it was done.
So when her alarm went off at six on the dot, it felt like punishment.
She silenced it with a groan. Lay there for exactly thirty seconds, telling herself she was getting up before finally getting up.
She went through her morning routine slowly, forcing herself to keep going, because the share transfer had to happen today before Miranda found a reason to complicate it. She took her bat
