My eyes slowly opened as waking came to me. My whole body ached; even after sleeping, I still felt exhausted, as if I hadn't rested enough. Sunlight streamed through the large window where the curtains had already been drawn. What time is it?

The sound of a spoon clinking against a cup woke me. I peeked out from under the covers. Elijah was sitting on the daybed, dressed in a black kimono, his legs crossed quietly as he sipped his coffee. The aroma wafted over to me.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" Elijah ordered.

I didn't answer, instead burrowing deeper under the covers. I wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing, so how...