CHAPTER 24
DAISY'S POINT OF VIEW.
I woke up at 9 a.m. A sharp twang of bowstring snapped me awake,followed by a child’s frustrated grunt echoing across the grounds.
It was quite loud; it woke me up no matter how much I wiggled in bed, pretending not to hear and wanting to sleep more.
But then I was glad it did. I thought I’d be awake by at least 6 a.m.
9 a.m. is quite late, but I didn’t beat myself up too much. I'm not obligated to wake up so early, not after last night’s ordeal.
Yanking the sheets off my body, I stepped down from the bed, my feet finally kissing the cold floor.
The first thing my eyes saw was my reflection in the mirror in front of me,my messy hair.
Heat crawled up my neck settling in my cheeks as flashes of last night replayed–his hands,his mouth,the way he’d gr
