[Gallagher]

It was far, far too early for any reasonable person — or former person — to be trying to wake her. Yet, Lucienne found herself increasingly aware of how much she wasn't sleeping. And of the moist state of her pillowcase. She snorted as she woke and rolled onto her back, short brown hair sticking up on the side she'd been sleeping on. "Wha-" she croaked, then cleared her throat and swallowed stale saliva. It was a monumental effort to get her eyes open enough to squint at the ceiling. "What?"