“Elara.”
I cracked my eyes open to find Alaric standing at the edge of the bed, hair mussed but eyes alert. He tossed a bundle of clothes onto the blankets beside me.
“Up,” he said, voice firm but not unkind. “You need to shower and get dressed. For school.”
I pushed myself up on my elbows, frowning. “School? Why?”
“Because you said it happened in the school cafeteria.” He crossed his arms, the set of his jaw tight. “So, it happens at school. Therefore, we will go to school.”
I blinked at him. “But… we can’t always be in the cafeteria. And I don’t even know if it was lunch, or breakfast, or whatever could be happening—”
“The more you remember about it,” Alaric cut in, “the better our chances at being able to prevent this. Whatever it is, we can save this girl. But we can’t do that si
