Chapter 30

Sam blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the bright light that pierced his eyes. It was so bright. He quickly pulled the blanket over himself because he still wanted to sleep. The fatigue he had been feeling for the past few days had accumulated and needed an outlet.

"Not waking up yet, huh, Sam?" It was Beatrice's voice that made Sam open his eyes slightly. "Later. I'm still sleepy," he replied briefly. His voice still had that hoarse tone typical of someone who just woke up.

"It's already nine o'clock, Sam." Beatrice sat at the edge of the bed. "I've prepared breakfast since earlier, and it's getting cold," Beatrice grumbled in annoyance. "Well, whatever. I'm going out."

"Sit," Sam commanded, even though it meant he had to actually get up.

"Just continue sleeping. I woke you up because the breakfast was getting cold." Beatrice was about to walk away, but Sam's voice made her stop in her tracks.

"Do you hear what I want?" Sam ran his fingers through his