The alarm buzzed like an angry wasp trapped under a glass.
Kyle groaned and blindly reached out. His hand smacking the nightstand until his fingers finally landed on the alarm clock.
With a tired slap. The buzzing stopped. Silence returned to the room, thick and still.
He didn't move at first. His face was half-buried in his pillow. His body sunk deep into the mattress like it had fused with the bed.
Every inch of him felt heavy, but not in a bad way. It was that deep kind of tiredness that came after finally getting a good night's sleep.
Something he hadn't had in days.
The last few days had been chaos.
First. Long hours digging through books in the academy library. Trying to uncover anything about Zalrielle.
Then came Mira and Lila, and everything that followed. It had all caught up with him.
And last night. His body had finally given up. He'd collapsed into bed and hadn't moved since.
Slowly, with great effort. Kyle pushed himself up.
