Iris woke up with a throbbing headache. She got up from her bed, staring blankly at the rows of bookshelves, thinking to herself that she did something important last night but could not remember it.
"Why are you frowning as soon as you wake up? Aren't you happy that the vamp–" she looked over her shoulder, worried that the man she was talking about could hear her. "I mean, aren't you supposed to be happy because our Master is spoiling you?"
She cocked her head to the side and stared at Monette who was leaning against the bookshelves, her arms folded over her breast, smirking at her.
"I don't feel like I'm being pampered at all. You can take my place if you want. I just want to be left alone." She rolled her eyes at Monette and started folding her blanket. Her body felt so tired like she did a rigorous activity when all she did was sleep.
