Someone was tapping her head and it was starting to annoy her. It was an incessant tapping, a tapping that never changed in rhythm or strength. It was irritating how even the beat was. But it was effective if it was meant to wake her up. Raven growled as she came awake, lifting her head from the maps that were spread out over her desk. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but she had been so tired. Aven was perched on the edge of her desk beside her. He was the one who was tapping the top of her head. He raised an eyebrow as she came awake and reached…
