Sierra woke to the sound of Maddie cackling like a witch who'd just hexed her ex, cursed his bloodline, and sold his soul on the dark web for a limited-edition handbag.
Not the ideal alarm clock.
She groaned, burying her face deeper into Phei's pillow—which smelled like him, like his sweet scent and something darker, something that made her thighs clench involuntarily even half-asleep—and tried to ignore the blonde menace sprawled beside her like she owned the bed.
Which, to be fair, she kind of did now.
"Sierra. Sierra. You have to see this."
"I have to see nothing. I have to sleep."
"The chat is on fire."
That got her attention.
