Micah [antikvár]

It was half past dawn when the phone rang. It shattered the first dream of the night into a thousand pieces so that I couldn't even remember what the dream had been about. I woke gasping and confused, asleep just long enough to feel worse but not rested. Nathaniel groaned beside me, mumbling, "What time is it?" Micah's voice came from the other side of the bed, his voice low and growling, thick with sleep. "Early." I tried to sit up, sandwiched between the two of them where I always slept, but I was trapped. Trapped