A Leader BornChapter 3
James opened his eyes with a start. A face was leaning over him. A boy's face. One he knew. James did not know many boys, certainly none that would be in his dorm room... "I'm sorry, Your Grace. They say you have to get up." Right. He wasn't in his dorm room. James put his hands to his eyes. He could feel dried crud on them, as sometimes happened. Keeping his eyes closed, he brushed the unwanted secretion out of his lashes. Maybe, when he opened his eyes again, he'd be home. He gave...