Roland snorted. “Dude, I wouldn’t want to wake up either with you shouting like that.”
Peter pointed at Sara. “I think I just saw her eyes move!”
Roland leaned down over Sara. “Sara, it’s Roland. Can you hear me?”
He let out a whoop. “There! Her lips moved. See, Pete, I told you the music was a good idea.”
I pushed the two of them out of the way and took her hand in mine. “Sara? It’s time to wake up, moy malen’kiy voin.”
“Ah, is our beauty still sleeping?” Desmund said from behind me. “Perhaps a kiss from her prince is all she needs.”
I gritted my teeth. “This is no time for your humor, Desmund.”
Desmund scoffed. “On the contrary, laughter is just what she needs. It is far too gloomy in here…and what is that awful noise?”
“Hey, she likes this music,” Roland said defensively.
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