The next morning, I woke up to the faint buzz of my comm device vibrating aggressively under my pillow like it had somewhere better to be.
I groaned, buried my face into the mattress, and blindly fumbled until I found it. My hair was a chaotic mess, my eyes barely opened, and I had the dignity of a stunned potato.
6:42 AM.
Too early for anything except existential dread and maybe a blueberry muffin.
There was one unread message.
From: Council Communications
Subject: Summons to Briefing — Julia Summers
I sat up so fast I probably gave myself whiplash. My heart started hammering in my chest like a panicked squirrel on espresso.
A summons. From the Elders.
From the actual Elders.
The people who literally governed the most powerful psychic network on Earth.
Well. So much for a relaxing morning.
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