Chapter 1117 Stay With The Witches

• Fallon
• I wake up in the early hours of the morning to footsteps echoing across the floorboards. Stuck halfway between reality and the dreamworld, I blink into the darkness, squinting to make out the familiar form of Zayn moving like the beast he is in my direction. I stretch like a cat, peeved to be woken up before the sun. Hours before morning, more like it.
• “What are you doing out of bed and dressed? It’s four A.M.!”