I wake up to a knock on my door and try to ignore it by pulling my pillow over my head. But the knocks only become louder and more persistent until I finally make my way down the stairs and to the front door. I open my door and see a bright-faced Riley beaming down at me.
“Please tell me you’re not making a habit of waking me up at the c***k of dawn,” I groan at him.
“Get used to it, beautiful. You have me in your life now and we’re going to have fun every chance we get.”
“And how have you come to that conclusion?“
His eyes land on my drawing notebook that is still lying open on the page of the girl in shackles and he picks it up before I can say anything. He glances up at me before he grabs my drawing pencil and starts adding on to it. My lips part as I’m about to protest but th
