Antonio woke up with a pillow on his face. He blinked, disoriented, and shoved the pillow away. But as he opened his eyes, he saw Camila standing at the edge of the bed, another pillow clutched in her hand, raised mid-air like a weapon.

Damn, she looks pissed. Lips scrunched, eyes shooting daggers.

The second pillow connected with his face.

"What the—" he bolted upright, tangled in the blanket. Feathers puffed around his head.

Before Antonio could fully process the pillow assault, ...