I wish I could say that the next morning is as blissful as the anniversary night, but you already know the drill.
A knock on the door wakes me up at seven and I struggle to find something to throw on me fastly.
Another knock.
"Whoever they are, we are not buying anything." Grunts Alexander as he turns over and puts a pillow over his head.
I open the door, rolling my eyes at him. And I thought I am bad with the mornings. Guess three years in slavery helped to shake that off. Lucas is standing in the doorway, white as a ghost.
"Lucas, if you have good news too, I want to hear those first." I say, not ready to be thrown directly back to reality.
He opens his mouth but doesn't make a sound.
"Lucas? What is it? Another attack?" I asked, already starting to get increasingly worried.
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