Elena’s POV
The first thing I registered was the light.
Harsh.
Sudden.
Unforgiving.
“Elena, wake up.”
I made a sound that was more complaint than word and tried to pull the blanket higher. The sling made the movement clumsy, and my arm protested immediately.
I ignored it.
“Five more minutes.”
“You don’t have five minutes.”
“Then give me ten.”
There was...