_Rowena’s POV_
I woke up before my alarm.
That had been happening more often lately. My body had developed the habit of pulling itself out of sleep early, usually around five, as if it had decided that lying down any longer than necessary was a waste of time it could be using for something else.
I lay in the hotel room for a few minutes looking at the ceiling.
It was a good ceiling. Clean, white, the kind that gave you nothing to look at and therefore nothing to think about except whatever was already in your head.
What was in my head was yesterday.
The open ground. The ordinary sky. Standing there and feeling the reality of a place rather than the idea of it, which was different in a way I hadn’t been prepared for even though I had thought I was prepared.
I had lean
