CHAPTER 110

  Olivia's POV

  The sun continued its slow climb into the sky, burning away the last wisps of fog clinging to the treetops. Birds began their morning chorus, their cheerful tweets a stark contrast to the usual city noises I was used to waking up to.

  "Wow, surround sound, bird chirping. Fancy." I grinned to myself. "I wonder if Christopher has a remote to turn it down. Or change the station to 'ocean waves' or 'gentle rainforest'?"

  A particularly enthusiastic bird let out a piercing whistle above me.

  "Alright, alright, I get it. You're awake, I'm awake, we're all awake. No need to show off."

  I stretched my arms above my head, wincing slightly as my muscles protested. "Oof. Maybe I should ask Christopher if he's got a massage therapist on speed dial. Or better yet, if he gives massages himself. Those hands of his certainly know what they're doing."