Sleep finally found Zariel sometime after three in the morning. She had spent far too long staring blindly at the dark timber beams of the ceiling, her mind spinning in exhausting, endless circles. She thought about Marcus, about the stolen contract, the agency’s future, about Kaelen. She thought about the raw, unfiltered way he had looked at her right before that devastating message arrived on his phone. Eventually, sheer physical exhaustion won the battle against her racing mind. She dropped into a heavy, dreamless sleep. When she opened her eyes again, the world outside the massive glass walls was a cold, muted gray. The sharp, bright colors of the previous evening had vanished. Morning light stretched across the interior of the cabin in soft, pale bands. The room was warm. It was perfectly quiet. For several long seconds, Zariel simply lay there, letting her mind slowly clear the fog of sleep.
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