EMBER’S POV
“Wakey wakey, sunshine.”
The voice cuts through my sleep, bright and shrill and entirely too alive for whatever ungodly hour this is.
“I said wakey wakey. Rise and shine. Up and at ‘em. Carpe diem. Seize the—”
“Rayana.” My voice comes out like gravel dragged across sandpaper. “What are you doing.”
“I’m waking you up. Obviously. Now — breakfast. I have options. Eggs Benedict with smoked salmon and capers, or a traditional Finnish porridge with lingonberry compote, or — and this is my personal recommendation — pain au chocolat that Rafael’s chef makes fresh every morning and which I have been reliably informed will change your entire relationship with pastry as a concept.”
I pry one eye open.
Rayana is standing in my doorway, fully dressed, fully made up, radiating the spe
