[Leif's POV — Night—Leif's Chamber]
I stretched my arms high until my shoulders popped, a yawn escaping before I could stop it. "Finally… peace," I muttered, flopping onto the bed like a man who had just fought a war with paperwork.
Zephyy leapt gracefully onto the mattress and burrowed under the blanket with a satisfied huff. Only the tip of his blue tail poked out.
"It's time to sleep…" I mumbled, dragging the blanket up to my chin. My gaze drifted to the window—snowflakes swirled like feathers against the glass. "It's snowing a lot. Guess I'll be having a nice, long, cold sle—"
SLAM!
The door burst open so violently I thought the hinges screamed.
"MY LORRRDDDDDDD!!!"
Baron Brust came charging in like an avalanche in human form, his round belly bouncing with every panicked step.
Zephyy shot upright, fur puffed like a terrified squirrel. "What the—?!"
I blinked, still half-tucked under the blanket, and smiled wearily. "Ah… yes," I sighed, "it's time to lose my sleep."
