Chapter Eight
“Princess, it’s time to wake up.”
No, it certainly isn’t. It’s the middle of the night, and if it isn’t on your clock, then it certainly is in my mind. My inner clock shows three in the morning. Let me sleep.
“Wyn, we need to go.”
Don’t bother me. I’m busy. Sleeping is important.
My duvet is pulled away. I pull it back over my head. Suddenly something presses on my back and bum. Something big and heavy.
“She can’t get up if you’re sitting on her, Arc!”
“But maybe this will make her want to get up.”
I groan. Boys. What have I done to deserve this? Oh yes, I burned down a house and organised a little earthquake. I forgot. Intentionally.
Arc shifts on top of me, making my hip bones grind against the hard mattress.
“Get off me,” I complain, my voice hoarse with sleep. “
