I wake in a cold sweat for two reasons.
The first—I had the worst nightmare; however, it was just my brain reliving the events of yesterday.
And the second is that Alanna stands over my bed, watching me.
“Hello, sleepyhead.”
Sleepyhead? I’m pretty sure I’ve been asleep for five minutes as fatigue finally overtook me. I wanted to go to Luna, but Alanna set up camp outside the bathroom, ensuring no one could go to her as she sees the way Daddy watches her.
“Hey,” I croak, sitting up and brushing the hair from my eyes.
It’s still dark out. I can’t remember the last time I saw the time, and as for what day or month it is, I have no f*****g clue.
“Are you hungry? I made breakfast.”
I don’t have time to answer before Alanna is yanking off the blanket and pulling me out of bed. I’m shirtl
