“Princess, what’s going on?” Meg’s alarmed tone jerked Tanya from the fitful sleep she had fallen into just shy of dawn.

She opened her eyes slowly and felt Meg’s mint scent wrap around her just as her worried face showed in front of her.

“What’s wrong?” Meg asked in concern.

“Nothing. What? Why are you here at this time?” Tanya tried to think with her sluggish mind.

“It’s past nine, princess,” Meg answered as her brows furrowed deeper with concern. “Please, get off the floor first.”

Meg helped her off the floor to the couch and Tanya sat heavily as her head finally cleared enough for her to remember.

“Dios...