“For-ev-er,” Opie moaned.
Chhhiiirrp. Bitzy flipped me off like it was all my fault.
“Okay, let’s try this. What time is it now?”
“I don’t know. Do I look like a time fairy?” Opie motioned to himself.
“I’m starting to see Master Finn’s side,” I grumbled, rising from the bed.
Opie’s eyes widened to saucers. “You want to spank me with rubber gloves and a dustpan too?”
“What?” I blinked.
“What?” he squeaked back.
Chirp?
“Did you saydustpan?”
“No.” Opie’s eyes moved around the room. “I didn’t sayspatulaeither.”
“You didn’t sayspatula.”
“I know; I told you I didn’t.” He busied himself, fiddling with the layers of his skirt. “You must be hearing things, Fishy.”
Chirp!
“I did not,” Opie hmphed.
Chirp.
“Oh, don’t bring it up again. He wanted to know how the vacuum got stuck.”
Chirp.
“I did not show him five times.”
“O-kay.” I held up my hands. “I’m gonna stop you two right there while I still have an appetite.”
“Oh, I’m not sure you want one.” Opie wrinkled his nose. “We already sampled the breakfast, the after-breakfast, snack, lunch, afternoon snack, and dinner. All blah...”
“Dinner?” My eyes widened. I had gone to sleep just when the sun rose. Had I slept all day? It felt like I was scarcely out for a moment. Parts of the dream were still vivid in my mind, rubbing at the back of my head like I could step right back into it.
With no windows or way of telling what time it was, I had no idea how long I had been out. My stomach grumbled, telling me it had been far too long since I last ate.
“Yeah, dinner . . . it’s eight-thirty.”
“Eight-thirty.” I lifted an eyebrow. “You know what time it is?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”
My lids shut, fists rolling up, breathing in and out of my nose.
I had slept more than twelve hours.
“Have you seen Warwick?” Trying to reach out to him through our link, I still found it barred, which shifted me onto my feet with irritation. Why was he blocking me?
“You mean thatbig,bad, sexy wolfy?” Opie fanned himself.
