Persephone's POV.
"Persephone. Persephone!! Kitten!!"
I jolt awake at the sudden jab of a pillow to my face, and the yell that comes with it. Squinting my groggy eyes that are barely limpid from sleep, the first thing I notice is that Damien is nowhere in sight after he promised that he would be here when I wake up.
That darn fox.
The next thing I notice is a grumpy Lizbeth, standing with folded arms in front of my bed with a frown on her face and her foot tapping the ground repeatedly. I stretch with a groan and sit upright, looking around my surroundings before landing my eyes back on her.
"What is it?" My voice is hoarse from so much sleep, I have to clear my throat a few times.
"I have been calling on you for hours" She complains.
"Don't exaggerate" I roll my sleepy eyes.
