SAVINA'S POV
When I woke up to the sound of an 80s special, I knew the rest of my day was going to be a disaster.
I sprang up as my gaze drifted passively to the blaring radio on my bedside table.
The music wasn’t something I’d listen to even if I were held at gunpoint, however, walking back and forth across my bedroom was a maid whose attention was lost to the very song I despised.
She sang the lyrics out loud, spinning gracefully from one end of the room to another.
Right there was an energy not very typical of servants.
My eyes still felt like they bore the weight of the world, as sadly, finding sleep at dawn was like trying to please the Alpha – impossible, especially not with the old-fashioned heavy metal boring holes in my ears.
“Hello?”
It was a miracle she heard me in her
