NIRELLE

My phone buzzing violently is what stirs me out of bed. I pull out the phone from the bedstand close to me, and with one eye open, I unplug it and look at the screen. I sigh at the name; it was not a surprise to me that she was calling.

"What do you want?"

"That is no way to talk to your mother."

"It's barely five am, and you are already waking me up to probably talk about something useless," I say and then let out a yawn, sitting up in bed and rubbing my eyes gently. Lucien lay still ...