Chapter 23

“Maya?”

I was awoken the next morning by a knock on my door followed by Chase's voice calling my name with undertones of worry. The bright sun rays streaming in through the windows gave me a pause.

What time was it?

Frowning, I walked in a daze to the door and let Chase in. I was a groggy mess because when I had finally given in to the resilient arms of sleep, it had been pitifully fitful but I guess I should be grateful that it was without any nightmares.

Still, I was mentally exhausted.

I turned to go back to bed but paused when extra sets of footsteps did not follow mine. Looking back, I spotted Chase standing rigidly by the door, his eyes fixed on a point above my head.

“What are you doing?”

“We need to talk, I told you so last night.”

No sleep then.

“Mhmm, so why are you trying to become a statue by my door?” I asked, my head cocked to the side.

“Darling, are you serious right now? I can't focus like this.” He said, rubbing his face with one hand.

Okay, I was officially confused.