Faith's POV
(Splash)
Icy water slammed into me, ripping me from sleep. I jolted upright, gasping, as the chill seeped into my bones.
I launched myself out of bed, but my momentum was short lived. A shock of cold water hit me, sending me plummeting back onto the mattress.
I sat there, dripping wet and disoriented, my heart racing from the sudden shock.
What the fuck ?
Felix stood before me, his eyes narrowed, the bucket still clutched in his hand. The morning light streaming through the window cast an unforgiving glare on his chiseled features.
I rubbed the water from my eyes, my gaze locking onto his. "What's your problem?" I spat, my voice laced with venom.
Felix's expression remained impassive. "You're wasting time," he said, his voice low and even. "Get up."
