I wasn’t sure how long I’d been tossing and turning, but it must have been two or three hours since I went to bed without any hope of falling asleep. I resigned myself and turned on my bedside lamp and sat cross-legged, rubbing my head vigorously, making my hair as messy as a bird’s nest.
It was very early, not quite five in the morning, and the day wasn’t ready to rise. Why was I so tormented?
I pushed back the sheet to stretch gently and touch my toes with my fingertips. I grabbed the hairbrush I had left on the nightstand and energetically untangled my curls.
The week had been rather difficult. First, because Georgia and I had faced each other as planned for training, and I had taken a masterful beating (I was sure she wasn’t even at her maximum). Then, because my bodyguard, Grigore,
