Before Dawn

-Seven-

'He said,
"Darling who you praying to?
Is anybody answering you?
'Cause I've done my part for twelve years now and I can't seem to get through'"

~Camila~

I woke that morning with a pounding headache. Groaning, I flopped back onto my mattress.

Eventually, I clumsily changed into some actual pajamas and chucked
last night's gold dress in a random corner. I then padded down the hall to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee.

Felix was already awake, fully dressed and leaning against the counter with his breakfast, just like every morning.

I looked at the clock. 7:00 am. "Don't you ever sleep?"

"I do." He gestured at me with his glass. "You just sleep too much. I'm surprised you're even up this early."

I only grunted in response as I shoved two slices of bread into the toaster. "Friggin' faeries. I can't believe that bartender."

Felix huffed out a soft laugh. "That's the Fae for you. They're not a particularly organized race of people."

"Yeah, yeah," I grumped. I stirred the brown coffee Felix had handed me. My mind kept wandering to the fragments of a dream that still clung to my memories.

"What are you frowning at?" Felix's voice jolted me from my thoughts.

"Huh?" Crap. I'd been staring.

"Is there something on your mind? You're unusually quiet."

"Nothing, really," I murmured, distractedly fiddling with the spoon I'd used to stir my coffee with.

His eyebrows knit. "Camila-"

My head shot up at the brittle noise of my toast. "Toast!"

Irritation flitted across his face before he masterfully concealed it with a bland expression.

He'd make a good FBI agent, I thought. An image of Felix wearing a blue jacket with huge yellow letters flashed in my head. I snorted.

"What is up with you today?" He demanded.

"You know what?" I said. "Let's go do something fun."

"What?"

"You heard me!" I crossed my arms. "You and I are always too busy either brooding over Joel Grey or freaking out about my werewolf tendencies. We deserve a break."

"Uh...okay, I guess," he muttered. "What do you want to do?"

"Let's go see a movie."

***

We exited the theater, bickering.

"I can't believe you made me watch Slenderman. Honestly, how corny," Felix scoffed.

"It was compelling!" I giggled. Although, I admitted to myself, They would've done better without the tentacle legs. That part was just silly.

I watched Felix as he adamantly stood against the movie, his hair blowing in the afternoon wind. His words faded away, and it was just me and Felix.

....would've done better-" he stopped. "Camila, are you listening?"

I blinked. "Yeah!"

He shook his head, chuckling. "Where is your mind at today?"

"I dunno," I sighed. "I must still be woozy from last night."

"Let's grab something to eat," Felix said. "I'm starving."

And we were back at Sykes. We firmly ordered the bartender not to slip in anything extra into our drinks this time.

We had just dug into our meal when I felt a chill go down my spine.

I looked up, and my blood turned to ice. A beautiful man with dark hair stood across the room. But what struck me was his eyes. His gleaming, silver eyes.

Joel Grey.