Grace's POV:
I woke uneasy, trying to figure out whether I had dreamt it or if I actually heard a knock at the door.
A second later there was another soft knock and I was sure that I wasn't dreaming.
I opened my eyes in tiny slits and peered through them at the window on the other side of the room - it was barely even dawn.
Another knock.
I finally dragged myself out of bed, feeling extremely annoyed that anyone would think this an appropriate time to knock on someone else's door.
They knocked again before I reached my bedroom door. And again before I made it halfway down the hall.
"Coming. I'm coming. Keep your pants on."
My voice sounded gruff with sleep and I had to clear my throat more than once.
By the time I finally reached the door, the incessant knocking had seized, but I
