Calla:
Something was ringing. Over, And over, And over. It was my phone. Fuckkkkkk. I groaned into the pillow, burying my face deeper beneath the blanket. Whoever it was… They were persistent. My hand blindly searched the nightstand. Nothing. I cracked one eye open. The unfamiliar room slowly came into focus. The faded walls. The old dresser. The cracked window looking out over the marsh. Right. The Reapers clubhouse. Jace. Everything. I sat up too quickly. My head protested immediately.
"Ow..." My phone vibrated again. It was sitting on the chair beside the bed. Dad. Of course it was. I glanced around the room. Empty. Jace was gone. Probably downstairs. I answered. "...Hello?"
"Calla." His voice sounded tired. More tired than I'd ever heard it. "Thank God. I've been calling you."
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