Baltasar’s pretty amber eyes fluttered open, and I almost wept with how perfectly he scowled at me. “What’s this shit?” he grumbled, his voice raspy from sleep. “You gonna haunt me now? Nope. No fucking thank you. I’m closing my eyes and when I open them again, it better be morning, because I have too much to do tomorrow to be tired. So kindly fuck off ghost-Zion. I need my goddamn beauty sleep—”
