NATHAN’S POV
Lazy Monday mornings here in Park Avenue is almost always consisting of the constant hiss from Mrs. Pratchett’s pot, the revving engine of an early city bus speeding past, the barking sounds of our next door neighbors’ dogs, and the sound of people chatting as they walk.
When compared to where I grew up, this kind of morning would’ve been already considered a busy day. But here in Heath City, the heart of Jefferson State, mornings like this one is easily referred to as one of the gentler starts.
Even the demon sleeping on my bed couldn’t resist going back to bed even after I had woken her up twice already.
“Good morning,” I said to her as I pressed the warm glass of hot chocolate against her cheek, forcing her awake.
She groaned once and flipped herself over, her face pr
