Zephyra's POV

My eyes drifted open the next morning, the numbers on my bedside clock coming into focus. Five-thirty a.m. What had woken me so early? I flashed back to last night, remembering Lirael falling asleep behind me, and the last of the fog cleared from my mind. I rolled over and looked for him, but apart from me, my bed was empty. Had I only dreamed him being here? Before disappointment could hit too hard, a noise filtered through my bedroom door. I sat up, clutching my blanket to my ...