I sleep like the dead. King, who got out of bed an hour ago, walks back into the room carrying breakfast. The delicious smell of bacon floats through the room.
Wake up, sleepyhead, he says in a low, gruff voice.
I roll over. Why are you whispering?
If you were sleeping, I was hoping you wouldnt hear.
Do you have any idea how much work we have in front of us? At Kings insistence, we slept last night instead of preparing the island.
You said it yourself, he challenges. Were ready and have been for years.
I couldnt argue. We wont be sleeping much in our foreseeable future. I toss the bedding aside. King removes the tray covers, and my gut clenches in hunger. I hadnt realized shifting straight to Nova would take so much out of me. I wouldnt mind but no matter how many times I tried to recreate the moment Nova burst out instead of Ms. Beast, I fall short. I have no idea how I did it.