A muffled weird sound came out of her throat as Hera growled in anger.
Someone forced pulled the duvet off her face, intensifying the level of her frustration. She had her eyes squeezed shut while her teeth assaulted her bottom lip trapped between them.
'For fuck's sake, leave me alone.'
Hera let out a series of curses mentally.
The headache was being a bitch, and Hera wanted nothing more than to bury herself under the earth. As usual, she tried using the duvet to conceal her existence from the ex-best friends crowded in the room. It seemed to be a futile attempt since someone had decided to torment her already.
Hera reluctantly opened her eyes to come face to face with Clara. "What do you want, Clara?" Hera snapped, not bothering to hide the annoyance.
