Morning Training

The knocking pierced through my sleep like a hammer against glass. "Christabel," I groaned into my pillow, my voice muffled and thick with sleep. "Knock it off." But the knocking didn't stop. Instead, a voice filtered through the heavy wooden door. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty." Enzo. My eyes snapped open, my heart giving an irritated thump. I pushed herself up on my elbows and squinted at the room around me, frowning in dissatisfaction. I’d been here for three days, and this place still didn't feel real. I fumbled for the alarm clock on the nightstand and winced at the time on it. 6:00 AM. "You've got to be kidding me," I muttered, throwing back the covers with more force than necessary. The cold air hit my skin like a slap, and I shivered as my bare feet touched the floor. Walking across the room, I yanked open the door, not caring that my hair was a tangled mess or that I was still wearing the oversized t-shirt I had slept in. Enzo stood in the hallway, looking ma