Ezra
Something tugs at my chest, and I roll onto my side, my mind trying to decipher why I am waking, trying to recognize what is different since we went to bed. We? That word lingers in my mind and at how cold the bed suddenly feels. I stretch feeling for Kat, my hand hitting the empty space of the bed where she is meant to be.
I wake with a start, sitting upright in a panic. "Kat?" I call out to her, glancing at the bathroom door that is wide open, the light is off. I toss the comforter back, get up, and look in the bathroom and closet, flicking all the lights on. I look out the window and see it is still dark outside. The alarm clock on the nightstand says it is 4 AM.
“Where are they?” Maddox growls, stirring and coming forward with me. “Why can't I feel her?” he asks, suddenly.
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