Despite being exhausted, I’m awake. I’m standing by my desk, the only light in the room coming from the moon outside. I’m not sure what time it is or what I should do to help myself sleep.
My mind wanders absently over the case, but I can’t seem to focus on any thought or clue. It’s all jumbled like I’m completing a puzzle blindfolded. My head snaps up as I hear the lock on the door click open. It’s too dark to see who enters, but I sigh as I expect Althea’s voice to ask to sleep beside me tonight.
“Can’t sleep either?” I ask into the dark.
I shiver at the male’s voice that says my name in response.
“Hera,” Ambrose says. He closes the door behind him and I can sense as he comes closer. I thought he’d be too upset to speak with me, at least for a while. But if he came looking for comfort, I certainly don’t mind providing it. Especially since I think I could use a distraction right now, too.