"Hey! Get up!"
Damien's eyes snapped open as he was shaken violently awake.
"Arielle—" he groaned, voice thick with sleep. "What the hell—?"
"Get up," she ordered, already dragging the blanket off him. "We have work to do!"
Damien blinked, his mind struggling to catch up. The dim morning light filtered through the small window of his room in the Mercenary Guild, and Arielle was already dressed, her boots laced, and her weapon secured.
He sat up sluggishly. "You're way too energetic for this early in the—"
"I have a mission deadline," she interrupted. "And I need to get it done. Fast."
That immediately caught Damien's attention.
Arielle rarely took urgent missions unless they were actually important. In fact, ed never seen her take any mission this seriously. If she was this serious about it, then something was up.
He pushed himself out of bed instantly. "Alright. Give me a second."
