RHEA
What are you going to do now? I wake up with the same question burning in my mind the next day.
I wake up to the sound of engines roaring to life somewhere outside. My instincts tell me it's already late and half of the vipers are already pulling out bikes from the work shed.
Sitting up immediately, I squint at the bright light that pours through the window. The curtain blinds are raised, I observe.
Someone has been in the room. My eyes scan the area immediately, on alert.
Then I remember that I'm at the garage house, a two-floor building with enough room upstairs to house the vipers, and there was no way an outsider could slip inside.
Maybe I forgot to put them down last night, I think to myself, throwing my legs over to the cold floor and standing up.
I ignore the burning que
