A bony finger pokes my bare toe. I peep out from under my comforter, seeing Walker at the foot of my bed.
“You are called to serve.”
I glance at my alarm clock. “It’s 5 AM, Walker.” And tonight is Zeke’s party. “This makes it twice in one week.”
Walker shrugs, rubbing his sideburns with his bony hand. From the other side of our ranch house, I hear Mom nervously clunking around the kitchen.
I roll over and stare at Walker out of my right eye. I know there’s no way out of this (not to mention that there isn’t anything else I’d rather do with my morning), but that doesn’t stop me from giving him a hard time. “Couldn’t find anyone else, eh?”
A smile tugs at his mouth. “No.”
“In that case, I guess I could go.”
Walker steps toward the door. “Don’t worry, there’s another fighter that I cou
