The next morning, I startle awake.
And scream.
Madalynn’s golden eyes are just inches away, blinking as she moves to cover her ears. “Damn. Chill. It’s just me.”
“Why the hell—How did you—” I scramble from the bed. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I told you I’d swing by today to take you into town.” Madalynn nods her head toward the window. Sunlight streams through the glass, illuminating the room in a hazy glow.
“Crap. What time is it?” I bolt toward the bathroom, my stomach growling. I’m not about to miss a whole day of eating again just because I missed breakfast.
“It’s fine. No breakfast this morning,” Madalynn replies dryly. “I’m not too sure Ezra wants to see you right now after yesterday. I’m surprised you survived the night.”
I stare at her. “What do you mean? You sa
