What is worse than someone knocking on your bedroom door in the middle of your peaceful sleep? Someone banging on your door interrupting your peaceful sleep.
The sound jolted through me like a punch to the ribs impatient, and impossible to ignore.
For a beat I lay perfectly still, pretending the noise was nothing more than some distant thunder, but the banging came again, closer this time, and the fragile bubble of calm I’d clung to in the dark popped.
"Maeve, wake up." Lyra's voice at this moment was like cat claws gliding across a chalk board. I even regretted why I allowed her to pick me up for training.
"No."
My eyes still closed, I heard my bedroom door creak open and a cool draft from the halls slipped in along with the red head, Lyra herself. Turning away as quickly as I could,
