“Mira, what are you talking about?”
She stared at him, a big smile on her face.
“You wanna meet Bailey Greenfield?”
Kalmin woke up at three AM. He woke up in a sweat, jittery and confused, throwing the thin sheets off him. His heart rammed against his chest, his blood roared in his ears. For a moment, he thought he was in Deimos’ bed again, but was met with his usual pillows and the absence of a humming fan. His windows were open though, a cold breeze settling in.
Gasping a little, Kalmin pushed his hair out of his face and sat up. His head hurt.
He could feel a dream or nightmare slipping from him, and the more he thought about it, the less he could remember. Whatever it was made his stomach twist and heart pound. It was like cold fingers were sliding down his spine, every hair o
