Mirellie
Someone was knocking on my door.
The sound drifted through my sleep, distant and
irritating, like a mosquito determined to ruin a perfectly good dream. I buried my face deeper into my pillow and ignored it.
The knocking continued. Then stopped. A smile almost appeared on my face. Finally! I was already drifting back to sleep when a familiar voice cut through the silence. For a few seconds, my half-asleep mind couldn’t remember who it belonged to. And when it did, a deeper groan left my throat.
“Luna Mirellie.”
A groan escaped me. I dragged a pillow over my head.
Go away!
“Luna Mirellie.”
God, I hated that title with every fiber of my being.
The door opened and my eyes flew open immediately. I glanced at the window and the sky was still dark enough to suggest that normal
