Meredith.
The shrill ring of my phone pierced through the heavy veil of sleep, dragging me from the depths of dreamland.
My hand flailed across the bed until it closed around the device. Eyes still squinting and mind foggy, I blinked at Dennis's name on the screen.
I slid the green button with a groggy swipe and brought the phone to my ear. "Hello?"
A voice far too cheerful for this hour crackled through. "Good morning, my lady. Just wondering... why can't I see you at the training grounds?"
My eyes snapped open instantly.
"You're there already?" I croaked, bolting upright. My heart, previously in a peaceful rhythm, now raced like I was already mid-sprint.
Dennis laughed. "I had a feeling. You were still sleeping, weren't you?"
"I—!" I wanted to deny it, but lying was pointless. "I will be there in twenty minutes! Please don't go anywhere!"
"Where would I go? I'm your instructor now, remember?" He chuckled again before hanging up.
