Mathilda’s POV

“Mathilda! Hey! Wake up!”

Fredric’s voice cut sharply through my half-conscious state. My eyelids felt unbearably heavy, my head pounding like I’d been hit with a hammer.

“Mathilda! Are you deaf?!”

His angry tone forced my eyes open. I blinked, struggling to focus, and was met with his furious face.

“Y-yes, Mr. Fredric…”

“We’ve arrived, you lazy thing! Go back to sleep at home if you want to!”

The bright New York sun flooded through the jet windows. I hadn’t even realized we’d la