KIERA'S POV
Kiera wasn't a morning person.
She never retired to bed until well after midnight and surely deserved to sleep well past noon before completing her daily sleep requirement. Anything in between that, even by a mere hour, and you'd have to deal with her grumpiness all day. Or at least till the next sleep cycle.
Bearing the above warning in mind, she didn't find it funny when a sharp jab to her ribs tore her out of her dreams when the sun barely crested over the late morning sky.
"Son of a bitch." She growled into her pillow.
"Get up."
"Tyler?" She sat up, favoring her side. "You didn't have to kill me to wake me up you know."
"We need a car."
She moaned. "My ribs hurt. You punched me in the soul."
Tyler glared at her from his ramrod stance at the side of the bed. Already showered and prepared for the day. Now that wasn't a surprise. He didn't sleep much.
"Have you heard anything I said?"
