Chapter 13. The Crash

???’s POV

Tick-tock, tick-tock. Zander laid awake in the twilight of his bedroom. The sounds of the clock ticking and Hazel's shallow breathing were the only melodies that kept him company. 

He could make out the shadowy silhouettes that the furniture rendered against the moonlight that peeked in through the windows. His green eyes sparkled brightly like two large fireflies; beautiful, but sad.

Hazel woke twice more that night. She had the same nightmare as before. Zander needed to know why she was dreaming of Magnus and who this Harper was? Was she even real? Was she in danger? He vowed to himself that when he got back he would find out. He mentally wrote it down on his everlasting list of significant things to do. Number one was to find Zoey. 

Zander craned his neck and sought the time on the antique Victorian clock. It was 3:30 am. Time for him and Dimitri to set out on their quest.

He quietly slipped out of bed. He pulled on the thickest,