Chapter 73

The alarm buzzed on the nightstand, infiltrating my blessedly dreamless sleep. My eyes fluttered open as the sound filled the guest room. I turned over, pulling the pillow over my ears to block the obsessive buzzing as the soft orange glow of dawn crept through the currents. Irritation rose like a black cloud, tainting everything. I clamped the pillow around my head, wishing for the sound to stop, but with its high-pitched wailing, I knew I’d never get back to sleep.

“Good morning,” Cillian said, wiggling the pillow off my head. Even with the alarm silenced, I could still hear it buzzing in my ears. “I suggest we get up if you want to make breakfast,” Cilliansaid. “You know how Bartholomew is when it comes to scheduling, and if we’re not at the breakfast table when he serves it, we’ll be on our own till lunch.”

The thought of having breakfast with Cillian’s family wasn’t on my list of priorities today. All I wanted to do was hide under the blanket and nurse the headache banging agai