ELYRA.
The banging dragged me out of sleep like a hand yanking my hair.
I groaned and rolled over, burying my face into the pillow, hoping and praying it would stop. My body felt heavy, the kind of heavy that came from sleeping with a troubled mind. Last night had been a blur of anger and confusion. After Radiel left, I had left my dinner halfway. The thought of sitting at that long table, surrounded by silence and servants who watched without looking, had turned my stomach. So I had returned to my room, alone, and eventually sleep took me.
Now, someone was ruining it.
The banging came again, louder and sharper, like they were offended that I hadn’t answered the first time.
My eyes snapped open. My heart jumped straight into annoyance.
“What the hell?” I muttered, pushing myself up.
