Chapter 156

My bedroom at six in the morning has one purpose, which is to be dark and quiet and entirely undisturbed, and it is performing that purpose beautifully when someone knocks on my door with the energy of a person who has never once in their life needed more than four hours of sleep and considers this a personality trait.

I groan, burying my face deeper into the silk pillowcase, trying to reclaim the hazy vision of a warehouse and the feeling of a fierce hungry kiss.

​“Five more minutes, Holt,” I mumble, my voice thick with exhaustion. “If the house is not currently sliding into the ocean, leave me alone.”

The door opens anyway.

“Training,” Eli says.

“It’s six in the morning,” I say, into my pillow.

“Six twelve. We’re already behind.”

I lift the corner of the pillow and look at him with one eye. He is standing in my doorway in training clothes looking unreasonably awake.

“This is a violation of at least three human rights.”

​“Get