Despite claiming that she didn’t need rest because she’d slept in the office all day, Devon must have fallen asleep at some point because she woke up alone in the bed she’d spent most of her nights in over the past few months. Stretching her limbs until she pointed her toes, she rolled onto her back and wasn’t even surprised, or offended, to see Bess standing at the end of the bed.
In fact, the view made Devon smile and sit up.
“There’s something wrong,” Bess said.
Oh, her smile fell. Devon pulled the sheet to her chest and crossed her legs as she sat up and began to panic. “What? Is it Zave? What time is it?”
“Somewhere around ten o’clock,” Bess said, her eyes were bloodshot, the bags beneath them heavy. But it didn’t surprise Devon that Bess had struggled to sleep given what she was
