Ezra was instantly awake. A wave of dizziness washed over him, a kaleidoscope of colors flashing before his eyes. He sat up with a quiet groan. Blinking, he realized he was in his own bed.
The familiar surroundings did little to ease the disorientation from his sudden return to consciousness. His head throbbed slightly, highlighting his lack of vitality.
Faint voices floated to him from the adjacent room. Gen's and Olivia's. He had a small moment of deja vu before sighing deeply. Slowly, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and reached for the bottle of blood wine on the nightstand. He drank deeply, the blood pooling in his heart where he ignited it with the intensity of his weariness.
He sighed in relief as the vitality flooded his body, soothing every ache and pain away.
