Tali's POV
I wake instantly the next morning when Dayne rips the covers off my body, blinding me with the harsh white light from the lamp beside me. And although I squeeze my eyes tight, I swear I can still see the light.
"Why aren't you up already? It's six. The pack will be here in less than thirty minutes and they'll be expecting to find breakfast on the table."
It's a battle to pry my eyelids open. Any time I'm awake before nine has been to flip my pillow over to the cool side, stumble to the toilet before crawling back under the sheets, or to burrow deeper to seek more warmth in winter.
And since Uncle never particularly cared when all the chores got done, as long as I did them well, it wasn't like I had to be up early ever. That and he wasn't an early riser either. None of my pa
