Waking up, I wonder where I am and everything comes rushing back. I remember the fight with the Demon, me passing out, and then waking up in this room. And then finding out that Zandor, or Ezekiel whatever his name is, is my Guardian Angel.
I see my bag neatly tucked under the table. Finding that not only am I feeling better, but I feel like I could run a marathon. That’s crazy because I couldn’t even run a marathon before. Yawning, and stretching and shaking the morning numbness out of my feet, I stand up out of the bed and smooth my hair behind my ear.
I know I probably have that morning shine to my face, so I go to his small bathroom and do what I can, very glad Zandor, oh wait, his name is Ezekiel, isn’t home right now. I am not one of those girls that take baths in random boy’s hou
