A scream dragged Athena from sleep and into a world of pain. Her head wasn’t attached to her body. That was the only possible explanation for why it hurt so damned bad. The scream came again, longer, louder this time, and she realized it wasn’t a scream at all. It was a rooster crowing the dawn. The sound shot jagged shards of ice through her brain and had her curling into herself on a moan. Dawn meant it was way the hell too early to be up, and if that thing didn’t shut up, she was going to wring its neck and turn it into a stew. She knew a thing or three about turning tough meat into something soft and succulent. Even if the idea of it made her stomach turn at the moment.
The c**k crowed yet again and she wanted to rage at it, but that would require moving and making noise, neither of w
