NATHAN’S POV
“Hey. Do you wanna fight?” I heard Alastair ask from her place on the bed and I almost instantly sighed, the drowsiness that had been torturing me for over four hours already urging me to just continue my sleep and pretend she doesn’t exist.
But of course my brain had a different plan. I just don’t listen, do I?
“It’s 4 AM, Al; I think we’ve had enough of that already,” I replied and she tossed on the bed, gazing down at me with eyes still wide open.
“But I can’t sleep.”
“Try closing your eyes. That usually works for me every time.”
She paused to think, glanced at me one time to see if I was at any point joking, and nodded at this as she pressed her head against the pillows and did as I said. Ten minutes later and she was still awake, just tossing and turning in her bed
