The sound of knocking wakes me from a deep sleep. In the interminable space between waking and sleep the knocking is just the thrum of my heart against my ribs. It takes a little too long for me to realize that it's someone at the door.
I don't have the energy to get up. I've been drinking the tea Ezra gave me for three days now. I expected to feel a little out of it, but the effects have been so much worse than I had prepared for. I'm struggling to think clearly and suffering from dizzy spells. That's when I can even manage to pull myself out of bed. Right now, I can't pry my eyes open, so I try to ignore the knocking.
I can hear Cass shuffle across the room and open the door. I turn onto my side, groaning and pulling the pillow over my head. Cass is speaking softly with whoever is her
