Eliana’s eyes snapped open as the faint buzz of her phone cut through the quiet of her bedroom.

She groaned, burying her face into the pillow for a moment before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Her phone vibrated insistently on the table lamp beside her and with a reluctant sigh, she reached for it, yawning as she pressed the green button walking inside the bathroom to answer the call.

“What?” Her voice was low, rough from sleep, and she ruffled her hair with one ...