CHAPTER 33
** THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW **
Kyra wake suddenly from a disturbing dream and am momentarily disorientated. She found herself anxiously checking the end of the bed, but there’s no one there. Drifting from the great room, she heard the faint strains of a complex melody from the piano of Jamir.
What time is it? She checked the alarm clock—two in the morning. Has Jamir come to sleep at all? She disentangle her legs from her robe, which she’s still wearing, and clamber out of bed.
In the great room, she stands in the shadows, listening. Jamir was lost to the music. He looks safe and secure in his bubble of light. And the tune he plays has a lilting melody, parts of which sound familiar, but so elaborate. Pst, he’s good. Why does this always take me by surprise? Ka
