“Wake up.” Someone shook Misa’s shoulder. “Wake up, Miss Carpenter.”
Misa groaned and rolled over, swatting at the hand on her shoulder.
“Get up!”
“Oh, leave me alone,” Misa snapped. She shivered. Her hand searched for anything that could warm her and grazed the corner of her cloak. She pulled it over her head.
“Do you have any idea how stupid it was to spend the night in the shed?”
The cloak flew off her, sending a cold chill to assault her skin. Misa rubbed her arms, shuddering. “You’re so cruel to me. It’s so cold!”
“Get up!” Hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. “Find your bearings, Miss Carpenter. This is no time to be snoozing!”
Misa forced her eyelids to open. She squinted at the early morning light peeking through the hessian curtain.
