EIGHT
ANNABEL
“Wake up, plum.”
The whisper threaded through my dreamless sleep and pulled me back from blissful oblivion. I forced my eyelids open and stared into a charcoal sky. Only the faintest trace of lighter gray suggested that dawn might only be a few hours away.
“Wake up. We need to leave now,” Mimir whispered.
I rolled up on one hip and looked for him. He was still perched on his stone by the mostly dead embers of our makeshift fireplace. He raised his bushy eyebrows at me in what I assumed was his way of tilting his head, indicating for me to get a move on.
I got to my feet as quietly as I could and turned to see what had happened to Grim. I’d half-expected to find him missing, but he was on the other side of the fireplace sprawled on his back, seemingly lost in sleep.
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