Someone nudged my shoulder, but I groaned and turned to my side, desperate to steal a few more minutes of sleep. The nudge came again, harder this time, like an earthquake rattling my bones. I blinked, my eyes snapping open, and saw Kim standing over me, her face a mix of shock and panic, her dark hair messy from sleep.
"Evan," she said, her voice low, urgent.
"Y-yeah?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes, still groggy.
She glanced over her shoulder, her hands fidgeting. "Anotta fucking Anotov is here."
"What?" I bolted upright, my heart kicking into overdrive.
I rubbed my eyes again, trying to clear the haze, and peered through the open bedroom door. There she was—Anotta, sitting in my living room, legs crossed, looking like she'd stepped out of a magazine. Her blue dress hugged her curves, crimson high-heels catching the dim light, her blonde hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail.
"Holy shit," I muttered, my pulse racing.
