DEXTERA
That night went by in a flash. After placing everything in order and retreating to my room, I had fallen asleep quickly, comforted slightly by the silence even if it felt like sleeping beside a ticking bomb.
But when I stirred again, the light streaming into the room already felt harsh.
I turned my head lazily toward the wall clock.
9:13 a.m.
My eyes widened, every inch of sleep yanked from my system in an instant.
“Shit.”
Sansa had made it very clear that I had to be awake before 7:00 a.m as the Alpha's personal maid. Yet, here I was on my bed, my eyes half closed. Despite checking the time, I still felt dizzy. Perhaps, it was the half-life of the drugs and herbs Roxanne fed me over the past week still taking effect.
I forced my eyes open, dragging my mildly weak body from
