It felt like I had just closed my eyes, surrounded by Ronan and Salvatore, when my stomach decided to drop.
"What the fuck?" I grumbled, my eyes so done that they didn't even bother to open. "I've heard of no rest for the wicked, but surely to Devil, there has to be some limit?!? If I don't get at least a three hour nap soon, I am going to destroy the world just to get a few hours of sleep."
There was a chorus of chuckles, but Ronan and Salvatore didn't disagree. Trying my best to pry open my eyes, I had the feeling I was doing a fantastic impression of a drunk trash panda.
"Fucking Christ," I continued as my stomach seemed determined to fall out of my back. It was like we were going up fast, but that was impossible. Last I checked, we were still pinned between two mountains.
Flinging the bedsheets off of me, I stared at the door. I should go out there and figure out what was going on but at the same time…
