Avery’s POV
“Wake up.”
Someone was calling to me. I groaned in protest. I felt like I had only just dropped off to sleep.
“Avery.” the voice persisted.
Slowly I opened my eyes and searched the dark room. The sun had not yet started to rise and shadows stretched from every corner.
“Yes?” I asked, but there was no response.
There was no one there.
Confused, I sat up in bed and looked around. My body felt sluggish with fatigue, but I wasn’t as tired as I thought I would be after only a few short hours of sleep.
“Hello?” I called.
Had I dreamed that voice? Now that I thought about it, it hadn’t sounded like anyone I knew. A woman’s voice, strong and strident.
What an odd dream.
I rose and went to the washroom. I stared at my face in the mirror in the moonlight that streamed
