Chapter Twenty-Four

Just a moment's rest. This was the four words on repetition in Isis's mind. She closed her eyes momentarily giving in to the impulse. She was drifting further into unconsciousness but she was too tired to care. Her eyelids were heavy, her limbs no longer listening to her mind's command to move, to shake off the chains of restlessness.

With an earthshattering shake, she was released and reality came into focus. "Falling asleep at school now?" Oliver's rich humor-filled baritone brought her to the realization that he had taken a seat beside her.