I WOKE UP WHEN THE SUN ROSE, but not willingly, of course. Which means a bad mood. Especially because it was the first time I was able to sleep in more than ten Goddess-damn years, so, my anger was very much reasonable.
"Come on, sleeping beauty, wake up," Val spoke too loudly and too close to my ear while shaking my body as if I was a doll. I finally opened my eyes, boiling with anger. "Finally, sis."
{"Damn, Natasha, you have eyeballs,"} great!
How awesome is that? "Has someone died, Valerian Dominic Ludwick Nicholai?" He walked two steps away from me and laughed awkwardly.
"N-no... sis." Then why?
"What time is it now?" I asked, clenching my teeth.
"Four in the morning," FOUR?
