I don’t remember going to bed, but when I wake up, I’m tipping off the edge of Grey’s mattress, the sheets still made under me. No one else is in the room, in fact, the entire house is silent, which is weird considering there should be give or take seven individuals here.
As I stand up off the bed, I realise I’m in the same clothes as last night – sweats and a long sleeved shirt. Whilst stumbling tiredly towards the door – with no concept of time – my foot comes into contact with a piece of wood. Sir Jeffery Tapio the First, to be exact. I have no idea how he got here, but I’m glad.
I start making my way downstairs quietly and cautiously, the task not being hard with marble floors and bare feet.
Grey is sitting at the kitchen table, looking like Everest did the night before. There’s a b
