A knock on my door teased my drowsy senses, dragging me from the clutches of the sweet sleep ravaging me. Who dared interrupt my beauty sleep, after I had suffered long minutes to get it?

"Sage, are you still sleeping? Get up, sleepy head!"

Of course. Who else would have the effrontery? Another person would have dropped in a painful heap on the floor!

"Go away, Isla," I commanded, letting myself sink deeper into the wells of dreamless sleep, clutching my pillow tighter.

But the bitch kept knocking, like she couldn't hear the threat underlying my command. There was only so much a girl could take.

"Wake up, Sage…" she...