Frenzied knocking at the door had Gianna muttering curses under her breath, sleep still holding her captive with stubborn fingers.
Considering that the previous night had been quite long—quite restless—after she had finally returned to bed following the discussions with the group, her body protested the interruption.
It needed more sleep. Deserved more sleep.
Ignoring the knocks, she curled herself into a fetal position, clutching one of her pillows tightly to her chest the way one would hug a teddy bear, seeking quiet, and drifted deeper into sleep.
When the knocking persisted, half asleep, half awake—probably thinking she was somewhere in la-la land—she buried her face into the fluffy pillows and dragged another over her head, determined to block out the noise entirely.
"GIANNA!!!"
Gianna shot upright in bed, robotic and abrupt, like the legendary wrestler Undertaker rising from the dead. Sleep released her immediately—begrudgingly.
Athena.
