Hazel's POV

I wake up in my bed, greeted by the warm glow of the sun creeping into my bedroom from behind the curtains. Yet I am… confused. Like I’m not supposed to be here. I scramble out of my sheets as memories from last night begin to flood my mind. “You should feel dizzy from standing up so fast.”

I freeze. The voice, the face, and the annoying habit of stating the obvious are all too familiar. He’s seated on my reading chair just at the corner of the bedroom, which makes me wonder how Lon he has been watching me.

“I’m not dead, am I?” I ask. “No, love. You’re not.”

“Then how did I fall asleep? And why don’t I remember how I got here? And… how did I survive that fall?”

“If you don’t mind, I’ll take one question at a time, Miss Ambrose,” he replies calmly. I laugh as I turn away and head towards the bathroom. “This is just great.

My life is falling apart and now there’s a demon in my bedroom,” I say under my breath as I close the door behind me. I’m startled by my own reflection when I wa