SASHA POV
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"Who…dares…" I grumble, fumbling blindly for the source of the infernal buzzing. There it is. Damn phone. It takes more effort than it should to get my eyes open, and then I m blinking back the early morning sunlight streaming through the windows of Regional Commander Baryshnikov s beautiful mountaintop home. How long have I been sleeping? Rika and Zoe have been checking on me from time to time, making me eat and stuff, but everything s been a blur since the support team arrived in Svartheron s lair and I didn t have to be intimidating anymore.
My phone says it s 7am Mountain time, and also that the buzzing was to tell me I have new messages from Drake. Fuck. I haven t talked to him in a while. He s probably losing his mind at this point. Shit. I think the last time I texted him was when we touched down in that valley near Svartheron s cave. At this point, that s been more than 24 hours ago.