Kayla’s POV

When I opened my eyes again, the room plunged into darkness.

The only source of light came from the white snow outside, casting a faint glow through the colored glass into the black room.

"What time is it?" I asked, dazed, as I sat up on the bed, searching for my phone.

"Here it is." Harrison unlocked my phone, glanced at the screen, and handed it to me.

"It's already 3:22."

"So late," I rubbed my temples, still not fully recovered from exhaustion.

"Go back to sleep. I'll wake ...