Chapter 268: Elijah

The buzzing of his cell phone on his nightstand pulled him up through the layers of sleep. Even in that world between asleep and awake, he was hoping and wishing and praying that it was Hannah calling him. Maybe she'd -

He forced one eyelid open and looked at his phone. Aaron Morland, the screen said. 3:22 a.m.

Elijah sat straight up in bed. Why on God's green earth was Aaron calling him at 3:22 in the morning? Absolutely nothing good could come of this. Not a damn thing.

"Yeah?" he said gruffly, shoving the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he swung his legs outta bed. Whatever was going on, he needed to be dressed for it, and boxers and a t-shirt sure as shit didn't count.