Chapter 275: A Knock on the Door
A knock on the door roused me up out of sleep, and I let out a soft groan. I was wrapped around Ronan like a boa, and I was so figgin’ comfortable that I really didn’t want to move.
Just as I was falling back asleep, the knocking came again, this time even more insistent.
"Ugh," I moaned, trying to roll over. However, just as I moved to get out of bed, Ronan’s arms tightened around me and pulled me back onto his chest. "I need to get out of bed."
"You need to go back to sleep. Someone else can answer the door," replied my Sloth, snuggling back into me. "Sleep is more important than anything else. We need more sleep." A yawn broke through his words, and I could hear his jaw popping as it tried to accommodate the movement.
"Pudding Pop," sighed Beau as he opened the door and poked his head in. "I hate to bother you, but we have someone at the door for a wish."
"How do they keep finding me?" I asked, wiggling my way out of Ronan’s grip. Maybe I wasn’t the one being the boa constrictor in the bed cause that man had a firm grip on my body.
"You might want to ask the house that," replied Tank from where he was standing in the corner of the bedroom. That was a bit creepy, I would have to admit, but at the same time, it made me feel safe.
What can I say? I never claimed to be sane.
"Ugh, fine," I grumbled again as I snapped my fingers and changed my clothes. "Let’s go see what the Devil dragged in."