Faye.

“Faye,” his chilling voice echoed across the stairs, disturbing the peace of the morning.

Oh God! Can't I just rest…

I know he wants a cigarette.

“Faye!”

I yawned loudly, my bones creaking softly, and I stretched. My body didn't want to stand up; it just remained glued to the bed. His footsteps echoed on the stairs and my eyes narrowed as I lay on the bed.

The door flung open and I buried my face.

“You could just tell Ragnar to get the cigarette for you…” I ...