Zara's POV
The first thing that yanked me out of sleep was the bell.
A deep, echoing sound, like some ancient church bell, but louder, and heavier. It reverberated through my bones, dragging me out of whatever restless dream had tangled me in sweat-damp sheets.
Groaning, I rolled over, groping at the alarm on the nightstand. The screen glared back at me: 5:49 AM.
"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered, voice hoarse with sleep.
The bell sounded again, each strike vibrating the glass of the window. I squeezed my eyes shut. Why the hell was the bell going off at this hour?
Then I remembered, this wasn't just any school.
This is Blackwood.
Where monsters schooled behind beautiful faces.
Where vampires, I'd overheard, sometimes went for their early-morning hunts,
