"Get up, it's dinner time."

The familiar, sharp voice broke through my light slumber, followed by a string of rapid, exasperated Sicilian.

I opened my eyes with a soft breath, immediately wincing as a sharp, throbbing ache flared across my rear. My memory instantly flashed to the man responsible, and I swore silently at Sullivan under my breath. Outside, Rosalina pounded her knuckles against the wooden door frame with unnecessary force, making sure I was thoroughly awake.

"It's dinner time," Rosa announced, standing in the doorway with her brunette hair pinned into a crisp, neat style. "Get Master Sullivan downstairs."

I shifted on the bed, glaring at her. "Can't you...