CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Zero slept better than he could ever remember sleeping, a deep and content and dreamless slumber. Karina had been right; nothing outside their room existed. Only the quilt and her scent and her warmth beside him mattered.
But eventually, a dream came. A phone chimed in his mind, sharp and intrusive. He grimaced and pulled a pillow over his head.
There were words too, a soft female voice speaking too quietly to decipher.
He didn’t open his eyes. Not yet. Instead he reached for her, feeling the soft quilt under his fingers. But where her soft skin should have been was empty. Karina was gone.
Zero’s eyes snapped open and he sat up. She wasn’t gone; she stood alongside the bed, pulling on a shirt. He quickly checked the time; it was barely five o’clock in the morning,
