“Zoey! Stevie Rae! You’re gonna be late!” Shaunee’s voice sounded muffled but urgent through the door, like an annoying alarm covered up by a towel. “Okay, okay, I’m coming,” I called as I tried to struggle out of my covers while Nala complained loudly. I glanced at my alarm clock, which I hadn’t bothered to set. I mean, it wasn’t like it was a school day and I usually didn’t sleep more than eight or nine hours at a time and— “Hell!” I blinked. Sure enough, the time was 9:59 P.M. I’d slept more than twelve hours? I stumbled to the door, pausing to shake Stevie Rae’s leg. “Mumph,” she muttered sleepily. I cracked the door. Shaunee was glaring at me. “Please with the sleeping all damn day! You two have got to stop staying up late if you can’t get up. Erik’s going to be performing in half an hour.” “Ah, hell!” I rubbed my face, trying to force myself awake. “I forgot all about that.” Shaunee rolled her eyes. “You better hurry up and get dressed.
