"Kimberly, wake up! You have a call!" Damien's voice gently broke through my sleep, pulling me back to consciousness.
I blinked, slowly registering that I was in Damien's room, still lying on his bed. A sigh of relief escaped me as I realized the bizarre old man and the ominous words I'd heard were just part of a dream.
Sitting up, I leaned my back against the bed's headboard. Damien sat next to me, handing me my phone. "Are you sure you're okay? You look shocked and tired," he asked, looking at me with concern.
I gave him a small smile. "I'm fine, really." I took the phone from his hand and glanced at the screen. Sir Jethro's name flashed on it, showing he'd been the one calling. Without wasting any time, I called him back.
After two rings, Sir Jethro answered, his voice slightly anxious. "Kimberly, I hope you're well. I've been trying to reach you. Why haven't you answered? Is everything alright?"
