Chapter 67

• Zheme gained consciousness as soon as Lexie's knee connected with his stomach.
• His eyes found her sleeping form and in disbelief, he shook his head. Every morning she'd kick or hit him somewhere, involuntarily waking him out of his sleep while she still slept peacefully and it wasn't fair, he liked sleep too.
• With a groan, he sat up in bed, now noting that the sun had rose, filtering through his curtains without his permission and audaciously illuminating his room. Though it was beautiful, he wasn't ready yet, not for morning that had already swept across the land and he wasn't ready, not when it came on to facing his father.