#Chapter 11: Pathetic

Raven “Pervert!” Smacking Neil’s hand away, I grabbed the fur blanket off my bed and quickly covered myself, my cheeks flushing red at the intrusion. Neil, however, seemed utterly unfazed. He turned on his heel and yanked the shutters open, allowing the first rays of dawn—along with a cold breeze that made me shiver—into the room. “Goddess, the sun isn’t even up,” I hissed, nuzzling further into my blankets. “What do you want from me this early?” “It’s past four in the morning,” Neil said with a bitter tone to his voice, as if I’d been sleeping in until noon. “You should have been training with us more than fifteen minutes ago.” “Four?!” I squeaked. “Sorry, but there’s no way in hell I’m going anywhere except the airport at four in the morning. You can take your training and shove it where the sun don’t shine.” And with that, I flopped back down in bed and shoved my pillow over my face. But Neil just growled and yanked the pillow away. “