ANTALYA'S POV
The past three days had been absolute torture, and it had nothing to do with the grueling hockey training schedule. No, my personal hell came in the form of Raymond Alfonso and his insufferable need to torment me at every possible opportunity.
"Morning, sunshine," Raymond called out as I tried to sneak back into our room after an early morning shower. "Sleep well? You were tossing and turning all night. Bad dreams?"
I gritted my teeth, keeping my eyes fixed on my dresser. "I slept fine."
"Really? Because you kept mumbling in your sleep. Something about running away." His voice carried that familiar teasing lilt that made my skin crawl with anxiety.
Was I really talking in my sleep? What if I said something that gave me away?
"I don't talk in my sleep," I lied, pulling o
