Naeve, who had been making my bed, yelped as I landed on the mattress. I ignored her, reached for a pillow, covered my face, and screamed. “Feeling better?” the mirror asked when I was finished. “No,” I said, the pillow muffling my snappy response. Naeve yanked it off my face and then hit me with it. I scowled at her, and she hit me again.
