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Somehow he had fallen asleep. The last thing he remembered was that voice of the root guardian that sounded like chimes on the breeze. It seemed like a dream now.

When Graeme looked around, he was still in his parents' bed, but August was no longer with him. Realizing this, he shot up and attuned all of his senses to what he could gather from the house. Had someone come in and taken her while he was asleep?

Instead of sensing a threat, he heard Greta and August laughing in the next room. They were at ease.

Graeme slowly let go of the fistful of bed covers he hadn't realized he was grasping in panic and ran a hand down his face. How long had he been out? Apparently the days away with little sleep in addition to the drama when he returned had finally caught up to him.