The morning air was cold and crisp, almost painfully so, as I sat huddled with Maya and Maeve near the set's outdoor setup area.
My eyes were barely staying open. I could feel exhaustion dragging at every muscle, every nerve, and every bone in my body.
Last night had been an absolute nightmare of restless turning, grumbling thoughts, and trying to ignore the presence of Zaya in the bed across from mine.
The most infuriating part? She'd been asleep, or at least silent, the whole time while I tossed around like a fish on land.
"Ach-choo!" One of the crew members sneezed, jolting me from my drowsy haze. I sighed, pulling my coat tighter around me as I sat on a fold-out chair beside Maeve, who looked cheerful as ever.
Why didn't I get any sleep last night? Oh, right—Zaya. Zaya and her ridiculous, infuriating presence.
