Syryn woke up with wetness clinging to his lashes. Why was he crying?
Right. The dream.
It was still dark out. Syryn immediately noticed the empty spot next to him. Lucien was missing.
The teen leapt out of bed and attempted to rationalise the situation. Lucien could have gone to the washroom.
The teen pushed open the door that led to the washroom. It was empty. He was hit by a sense of deja vu.
Nausea swam in his gut as Syryn's legs carried him to Akida's door. As he knocked on it, he hoped he was just being paranoid, that Lucien had decided to disturb Akida do late at night for some reason.
"What's going on?" Despite the sleep mussed hair, the avian was already sharp and awake when he opened the door.
"I can't find Lucien."
Akida's expression changed. "I'll check the house."
