“Kat!” comes a soft distant voice, the sound muffled like the person is talking underwater.
“Let me sleep!” I grumble back.
“Kat, can you hear me?”
“Of course, I can hear you, go away, I’m tired.” I yawn, rolling over to face Ezra. Only he wasn’t there. I sit upright, looking around the room, but no one is in the room.
“Ezra?” I call, hopping off the bed and walking into the bathroom. I quickly pee before washing my hands and wetting my face, and drying it on a hand towel.
Squinting at the mirror, I shake my head. I need coffee. Caffeine get in me. I must be hallucinating from being tired. My eyes definitely aren’t that color.
Shaking my head, I walk out. The Packhouse is silent as I walk downstairs.
“Hey, where are you?” I mindlink Ezra.
“Went to get breakfast, I’ll be back soon
