Meet Me At Dawn Novels & Stories

“Mia, Carver’s back.” The spell breaks, but the warmth remains like an imprint. I step away from Dawson, and I don’t let myself look back too long, because if I do I might walk right into him and never find the strength to leave his arms again. We gather around Miles’s phone like it’s an oracle. Carver’s voice is brisk. “Authorization came through. We’re moving the meet. Location: municipal building lot, south side, near the camera tower. Time: 5:10 a.m.”

The night before our big offline meetup, my roommate took one look at my internet boyfriend's photo and declared it was a fake. "Using a stolen photo for an online romance? He's definitely insecure and too ugly to show his real face!" The next day, my boyfriend texted: [Sorry, something came up at the last minute. Can you wait half an hour?] I breathed a sigh of relief because I had just been notified about an exclusive expert lecture on campus. Word was, the speaker was an academic powerhouse, and the university had paid a fortune to secure him. I snagged a seat in the front row. But the moment I looked up at the podium, my stomach dropped. Why did this famous scholar look so much like

�𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝟐𝟐𝟏 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝟏𝟒𝐭𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝐀𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟏:𝟑𝟎 𝐩𝐦. 𝐂𝐨𝐦 𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.

“Do you now?” “I do. We can discuss my terms before the main event.” “I like the sound of main event.” “I bet you do. What time do you want to meet?” she asked. “I’ll bring coffee from The Den. What time do you wake up?” “Six.” I groaned. “Eight is the best I can do.” “I’ll bring breakfast.” “It’s a date.”

I heard a beep sound on my phone and I raised it up to check. “Meet me at Dawson Road, downtown by 4:30pm. I will be waiting. Come alone or else…… From: Your friend and enemy. Fear gripped me again. Who is this person? Is he an enemy of Aiden or Barry? Why is he requesting to meet me? I kept asking myself questions I didn’t have answers to. I called Aiden again but no response. I wasn’t calling because I missed him. I was calling because I wanted to tell him about the call from the unknown caller.

A horn sounded faintly in the distance. One of Damien’s soldiers looked back toward the ridge. Damien did not turn. “Sunrise,” he said. I frowned. “What?” “I will give you until sunrise to calm your people and reconsider.” “How generous.” “At dawn, you will meet me at the eastern ridge.” “No.” His eyes flashed. I smiled. “See? I am saving us both time.” This time Cassian definitely laughed under his breath. Damien heard it. The air between them tightened again. “At dawn,” Damien continued, ignoring my refusal, “you will come alone.”

“We need to meet. And immediately. Meet me at the clearing to the end of the forest by twelve tonight. We have a lot to talk about.” With that, I dropped the call.

I like that. Me: It's 7 am. Why are you awake? Amber: Couldn't sleep. Too excited for you! Also I miss you already. The guilt hits me fresh and sharp. She's genuinely happy for me, genuinely misses me. Yet, I'm lying so much to her. Me: Miss you too. Coffee later? Amber: YES! Meet me at The Grind at 10? Me: See you there. I set my phone down to find Zane watching me.

Bernard said sincerely. Elijah gave Bernard a lingering look and thought to himself: “You’re actually quite good-looking, Bernard. Meet me in the backyard at dawn. If you’re really sorry for what you did to me, you’ll come at dawn to the yard.” “Why? What am I supposed to do there?” Bernard asked in confusion. “Just go. No one must know. Just the two of us, and no one else!” Bernard gave a small smile at the thought of meeting Elijah in the darkness of dawn.

“I can’t say it on the phone, but we need to meet face to face. Somewhere neutral.” She goes quiet for so long that I almost think the call has dropped, then she speaks again. “There’s a diner on Route 9,” she says. “It’s two towns away. It opens at sunrise. Meet me there.” “I’ll be there.” And the call ends. I put my phone away and turn back to Marcus. “I need you to stay here and watch Ellis. If he wakes up at all, even for a moment, call me.” Marcus nods once. “And if he doesn’t wake up?”