"Get your lazy ass up, girl!"
A loud voice cut through Aria's sleep, jolting her awake with a sharp smack on her back. She shot up, rubbing her eyes, and found Regan standing by her bed, arms crossed and his school bag slung over one shoulder. His glare could've melted steel.
"Moon Goddess, what's going on?" she mumbled, still half-asleep.
"It's 9 a.m.," he barked, his tone dripping with frustration. "Owen already left for school, and you're still sleeping! Do you even know how long Fergus has been waiting outside for you?"
Panic hit Aria like a lightning bolt. "9 a.m.? Holy crap, I'm dead!" She scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping on her blanket as she dashed for the bathroom. She could hear Regan muttering to himself about her legendary inability to wake up on time, but she ignored him, shutting the bathroom door behind her.
