She was exhausted. She couldn’t remember a time she was this tired. Two days of watching Zoya and two missions in the same night and she was dead tired. She had shut her phone down before crawling into her bed and after checking on Deidre.
She had smiled to herself when she’d entered the house at seven in the morning to find Mathis sleeping on her sofa and Deidre in her bed. When she’d knocked on Deidre’s door the look of pure panic on her face thinking it was Mathis had made Arwen giggle at her. Deidre had been freaked to think he’d see her with bedhead. She’d gotten out of bed and brushed her teeth, her hair, washed her face and then insisted she had to crawl back into her bed to play on her phone until he got up.
Arwen had told her she should just go crawl on the sofa and cuddle the
