Silvia
The alarm blared like a hammer against my skull.
I groaned and rolled over, the movement sending a dull ache through my bandaged arms.
"Siri, turn off the damn alarm," I mumbled, my voice raspy from sleep.
The ringing stopped, but the soreness in my muscles remained.
I blinked up at the ceiling as the rich aroma of coffee wafted in from the kitchen.
Alpha Sherman had bought a top-of-the-line espresso machine, and now every morning the house filled with the intoxicating scent of freshly brewed coffee.
Normally, I'd savor it, but today the smell was a cruel reminder of all the things I couldn't do with my injured hands.
My practical report for Professor Anthony still loomed over me, and Katy hadn't responded to any of my messages.
Propping myself up on my
