REMY
When I woke up, my neck was stiff from the position I had fallen asleep in. I cracked my eyes open and saw that Harper was still asleep on the bed with me, but Caulder was nowhere to be seen. I slowly sat up and stretched my body. I had slept curled into a ball to make room for the extra people in my bed, and my body was now complaining.
As I stretched, Harper stirred awake. She groaned and grabbed a pillow, hugging it tightly. “What time is it?” she muttered, trying to bury her face.
I dug for my phone that had gotten lost in the bed sheets and checked the time. It was much too early to be awake, especially for the weekend. “It’s 7am.” I flopped back into the bed, ready to fall asleep again, when the sweet smell of cinnamon hit my nose. My stomach growled as an automatic response,
