KISAREL.
I stirred in my sleep, feeling so exhausted, like my body had been wrung out and put back wrong.
I peeled my eyes open and winced. The sharp light coming through the curtains hit me. I lay there for a second just blinking against it, waiting for my brain to catch up with the rest of me.
It caught up and did its thing...
"Our flight is for 4AM..."
"Be home at ten..."
Mr. Stark's words came replaying in my head all at once, and I jerked upright so fast the headache cracked across the side of my skull like something splitting open. I ignored it completely and grabbed for my phone on the bedside table.
It wasn't there.
Oh, God.
The light reaching me through the curtains told me all I needed to know.
It was morning.
"No. No. No. No."
"Looking for this?"
Jace's voice came f
