ELYRA.
I woke up to sunlight stabbing my eyes like it had something against me.
For a moment, I didn’t remember why my head felt heavy. Then the memories of last night came rushing back—her smirk, the way she had looked at me like I was nothing, and the way I had finally told her off.
I groaned and rolled onto my back. I reached for my phone on the bedside table and squinted at the screen.
9:47 a.m.
My heart dropped.
I never woke up this late.
Radiel liked things in order—timelines, routines, predictability. Oversleeping wasn’t exactly a crime, but I was sure it wasn’t something he would ignore either.
I jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, brushing my teeth with hurried strokes before tying my hair into a loose bun. I didn’t bother with makeup. There was no time.
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