Zyra rolled onto the other side of the bed with a languid yawn, stretching her arms above her head as she opened her eyes. For a moment, her vision was blurry, and she squinted, trying to adjust to the light filtering through the curtains.

“Oh God, how long did I sleep?” she groaned, rubbing the back of her hand over her eyes to chase away the remnants of sleep. Slowly, her surroundings came into focus. She sat up on the edge of the bed, her hair tousled and wild from a night of restless ...