The thick, heavy blanket felt like a warm cocoon, but eventually, the soft morning light filtering through the guest room curtains coaxed Lyra out of her deep nap. She blinked heavily, shifting her legs beneath the sheets. The sharp, agonizing cramps that had violently pulled her out of sleep earlier had finally subsided into a dull, manageable ache. It was at a fine stage now—still lingering, but no longer making her feel like her organs were being twisted by a wrench.
Suddenly, her black eyes widened as her brain fully booted up.
"Oh no, Sir Paws-a-Lot!" she gasped under her breath.
She remembered she had completely forgotten to feed her massive cat. Then, an even more terrifying thought immediately came to her mind: Renzo was also living here. The ruthless, highly dangerous mafia don
