I threw myself onto the bed. Hard. It was the only thing I could throw without breaking something else. At last, today was over. A long, exhausting day I never wanted to relive.
I wasn't going anywhere until tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow night would be even better. After that, reality would start all over again. Work.
I quickly washed up. I still couldn't believe I'd stepped into the palace—into the Queen's private residence, no less—looking like that. My hair had nearly gone flat, my appearance was a mess, and I was barely holding myself together.
Bzzzt...
"Hey, Sera. You home?" Cyran's voice came through the phone the moment I answered.
"I'm tired. Whatever it is, tomorrow."
I hung up immediately. Whatever Cyran wanted, it wasn't more important than my sleep. Today, sleep came first
