The Miracle Luna
Davina was sprawled across the bed, tangled in the thick sheets, snoring loudly— like she didn’t have a damn care in the world.
The knot in my stomach loosened just enough for anger to take its place. I stormed over and flipped her onto her back, shaking her roughly. “Davina!”
She let out an annoyed groan, cracking one eye open. “What the hell, Priscilla?” she grumbled sleepily. “Why are you attacking me?”
I ignored her complaint, grabbing her hands and yanking her upright. “What are you doing here?”
Davina blinked, still half-asleep. “Sleeping?” she drawled. “Or at least, I *was* before you decided to assault me.”