I was in the dead heat of a nightmare, kneeling to Trent in the speakeasy when the loud vibration of my phone against Lex's nightstand roused me. Relief swept through me, staying only briefly until annoyance began to rise in its stead. It's fucking nine in the morning.
Keeping one eye dutifully closed despite the dim lighting in Lex's room, I open my phone to see there is a message from Lenore. It's like six in Boston. What the hell is she doing up, texting me this early? A knot formed in my gut before I realized it would be far more likely if she were to call me in the event of an actual emergency.
I unlocked my phone.
Check your email biatch!
I rolled my eyes before letting out a haughty sigh.
No. Just tell me what's in it.
