Blair’s POV
The morning tranquility was shattered by the high-pitched creak of my bedroom door. It seemed the intruder hadn’t yet learned that I wasn’t one to be caught sleeping. Their footsteps reverberated, gradually growing louder, like the beat of a distant drum approaching an inevitable showdown. The sinking of the mattress and a shift in the air heralded the unwelcome presence creeping onto my bed. Anticipation twisted in my stomach, and a shiver crawled down my spine.
Then, it happened. A sudden jolt accompanied by an overly cheerful and gratingly vibrant voice filled the air, “Rise and shine, Blair!”
Suppressing my irritation, I staged a façade of grogginess, feigning sleep while plotting my retaliation. With a well-calculated move, my left leg shot out, connecting solidly with
