ANDREA’S POV
Easton jolted awake from his slumber when I slammed his room door open.
“Wha—” he spluttered, looking around frantically, a little confused.
“Good, you’re up,” I said, reknotting the straps of the dressing gown I’d hastily thrown on before I left the room.
Easton sat up and glared at me. “Do you have any idea what time it is, child?”
I waved my hand. “Spare me. I need you to tell me everything you know about hybrids.”
Easton reached for his glasses and put them on. “What?”
I huffed impatiently. “Hybrids, Easton. Tell me everything you know about them.”
“I already—”
I shook my head. “No, you told us a story. I need way more than that.”
I moved closer, sitting on his bed. Easton looked shocked, and I couldn’t blame him. Ever since what happened with Luca, we hadn’t seen each other. So it was strange for me to barge into his room and sit on his bed.