Chapter Four
I’m torn from a dream in which Damien is my tutor by a blaring siren. I sit up and blink at the darkness as my brain struggles to catch up with my body.
Night time.
My bedroom.
Siren.
Running footsteps.
That means …
Fire drill?
I rub my eyes and groan as a memory of House Comm members warning us of the possibility of an upcoming fire drill surfaces. Someone pounds on my door, and I almost fall out of bed in fright. “Andi, hurry up,” Carmen shouts. “You don’t get to sleep through this.”
I stumble out of bed, trip over a box of pin badges, and fall against my desk. I feel across the desk surface for my lamp switch before I manage to do myself any more harm. Once the lamp is on, I grab my keys and a hoodie and slide my feet into my slippers. “I’m here, I’m here,” I mumbl
