The only semi bright blip to me being down in the Underworld was that mornings were a non issue. I was up, ready to go, and functioning on just a few hours of sleep. I was always keeping awake as much as I could be down there because you never knew when somebody was going to sneak in and try to slice your throat open. My body and mind was now adjusted to running on a low amount of sleep, and the small amount of sleep I did get was not a deep sleep.
Quickly getting dressed I ran down stairs to the kitchen to shove some breakfast down my throat and get going with the rescue. I was halfway through inhaling my donut when a throat cleared. Mortified my eyebrows shot up and I turned my head with the donut halfway hanging out of my mouth and met Sol’s amused eyes.
“Oh don’t mind me Angel. Plea
