I woke to a gentle knock on my door and I groaned quietly. I knew it was Zierra, even from behind the door I could feel it like a sixth sense tuned specifically to her. Should probably get this over with. I crawled out of bed and tossed a jacket over me, hoping the fact that I slept in my suit pants and shirt last night would add to the ruse I was trying to portray. Glancing in the mirror, I messed my hair up a little more and ran my hands down my face, smearing what small amount of makeup I still had on and once I was convinced I looked the part I answered the door, appearing groggy. Zierra stood at my door with a warm smile that would have normally made my heart skip but instead made it break. She's still wearing my jacket.
Zierra's eyes scanned me and she bit her lip to keep from laughing. "You look a bit rough, Sapphyre. Did your talk with Lyon keep you up?"
I squinted at her like I was confused. "I talked to Lyon last night?"
