KAT
Morning came with a full sun streaming in through the windows, chirping birds, and a buzzing phone that had obviously made disrupting my peace the absolute mission of its life.
Nope. I’m not doing this, I groaned, fumbling around the blankets to find the damn thing and hit snooze. Why — why hadn’t I just turned it off altogether the night before?
I cracked one eye open, checking the screen. And let out a groaned curse.
Seventy missed calls.
Fifty-one from Lucian. Ten from his Beta. Eight from my dad. And one from Karen. And countless voicemail messages and texts.
With a deep sigh, I gave up on the idea of getting any more sleep and sat up in my new, enormous and lavishly comfortable bed, checking the texts first.
Karen’s was an angry rant about how I had, once again, ruined her
