Electra's Pov
I was enjoying the most peaceful sleep I'd had in days, wrapped in my silk sheets, when a loud and incessant banging at my door jolted me awake.
My first thought was to ignore it, assuming one of the idiots had accidentally drunk too much and gotten lost on their way back to their room. It happened sometimes, but the knocking didn't stop—it only grew louder and more frantic.
Grinding my teeth, I threw the blanket off and climbed out of bed, every muscle in my body protesting. Whoever had the audacity to disturb my sleep was going to regret it.
By the time I reached the door, I was ready to set the culprit on fire, figuratively or literally—I hadn't decided yet. I yanked the door open, and there they were: Deena, Penelope, and Roxana.
