The sound of knuckles rapping sharply against my door jolted me awake. I groaned, pulling the thin blanket over my head in a futile attempt to escape the noise.
"Alyndra," Thalindra's unmistakable voice came through the door, cold and commanding. "Up. Now."
I cracked one eye open, glaring at the faint morning light streaming through the window. It was far too early for this.
"What?" I mumbled, voice muffled by the pillow. "Can't it wait?"
The door creaked open, and there she stood, silhouetted against the light from the hallway, a bag slung casually over her shoulder.
She looked as impeccable as always, every strand of her dark hair in place, her sharp features set in their usual cool, unyielding expression.
"No," she replied bluntly. "We're going on a mission, and you have ten minutes to get ready. It might be dangerous."