My eyes snapped open, and the first thing I felt was a wave of panic.
The room was bright. Way too bright. The morning sunlight was pouring through the massive windows of my room, painting the marble floors in gold.
Shit. I'm late.
I jumped out of the giant bed, my muscles screaming in pain from the beating Zephyr had given me the night before. My eyes still felt dry and itchy from when the blood vessels had burst during my Flash Instinct overload, but I did not have time to care.
I dragged myself to the fancy bathroom, splashed cold water on my face to wake up, and threw on my black uniform coat. I made sure the heavy platinum Primus badge was pinned over my coat. I did not even try to fix my messy hair.
I rushed into the main lounge, trying to put on my boots while running.
"Young Master, please calm down," a smooth, calm voice spoke up from the dining area.
Lyra was standing there, completely relaxed, holding a plate with a neatly wrapped sandwich and a glass of water.
