KEIRA’s POV

I stared at my digital clock, which was propped on my bedside table, with a cup of hot, steaming coffee in my hands. I took a sip from the cup, feeling the bitter yet sweet taste of the coffee lingering on my tongue.

The time on the clock read 6:12 am. I was never up this early, considering that Clint had dropped me back so late. I did not want Papa to know about us just yet, so I asked that he drop me off at the apartment I shared with Natasha instead.

Normally, it would ...