Chapter 19

"Get up!" I throw my pillow over the ever-irritating mop of blue hair. If I could, I'd punch his face, but he has that and the rest of his body buried under a mountain of blankets.

A groan emerges from the lifeless bundle, then silence.

"Don't make me say it twice," I squint, crossing myself to his side. I stare at the shimmering blue that always manages to distract me, blinking annoyingly as it nearly blinds me with its light.

He turns slightly, and I can now see his forehead and unnaturally long eyelashes. Jealousy burns through me as I look at the revealed part of his face. Isn't the girl supposed to be the pretty one?

On a whim, I reach out to him and slap the package as hard as I can. There are miserable moans as the man emerges like a butterfly from a cocoon, holding his arm in indignation.

"You could have just used a pillow," he scoffs, though still under the spell of slee