My gaze honed on my clock in my fully sunlit room. I stared. Blinked once. “Shit.” I started wiggling, shoving myself up onto my arms, and then sat up straight and began shaking their shoulders rapidly. “Wake up!”King Balar grunted, instantly shoving up on one elbow, his curls a disarrayed charming mess about his head, so unlike his normal pristine self. He stared up at me with alert eyes. “What’s wrong?”Lying on his stomach, King Jerome rolled, rubbing his eyes, appearing pretty freaking adorable as he squinted at me, not so lethal in appearance. “Are you all right?”I let myself stare for a few beats longer at each of them, the view just that delectable, before I jammed a pointed finger at the clock, stating ever so slowly, “It’s one o’clock.”Both appeared confused before their gazes shot to the clock. Then they were both cursing up a foul storm of vulgarity, rolling out of bed on different sides, grabbing for their jackets and shoes tossed about the floor.“No one set the damn alarm?”
