Chapter Twenty-Four
Two Days Later
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Rachel whispered happily.
Sasha stretched sleepily. She refused to open her eyes and raised her arm to cover her face, blocking out as much light as she could. Her bracelets jingled happily against one another at the movement, and she covered her ears instead, feeling like a jackhammer was blasting inside her head.
“Ugh,” she groaned. “Where’s Dagan? And why is light shining through the windows? Aren’t spaceships supposed to be dark?” she grouched, still half asleep. “Turn it off!”
Rachel chuckled, “We’re not on a spaceship, silly. That’s good old-fashioned sunshine, so get up and get dressed. Dagan will be back in an hour or so, and he left me in charge of getting your sleepy ass ready, so wake up and let’s get moving. A little fr
