AVALINE

“Wake up, De Greco’s traitor,” Czar said.

I groaned. “I’m awake! And can you stop calling me that?”

After I told him that my life was his, he decided to start calling me the De Greco’s traitor as if it were his trophy. I thought he had gotten over it. Apparently not.

“Then get your ass up. If you are going to work under me, you can't wake up at noon.”

I willed myself to get up despite my body’s protests. I was still so tired. Czar didn’t even show a hint of fatigue ...