I awaken the next morning to the sound of Mom’s voice. She’s not happy, which means one thing: I’m in trouble.
“Myla.” Mom taps my shoulder. “Come on, wake up.”
I open my eyes, looking as innocent as possible. “Good morning, Mom.”
Her mouth thins to an angry line. “What happened yesterday?”
She’s getting right down to business. Correction: I’m in deep trouble.
“Nothing. I just sat in here, minding my own business.” I force myself to cough. Twice. “Recovering. Why?”
“Reperio demons were released at the Scala winter feast last night. The same ones that went missing from your school yesterday. It caused quite a ruckus.”
“A ruckus, huh? They should have better security.” I do my best to shiver. “I heard the screaming around dinnertime. It was so frightening; I stayed in here and did hom
