ISADORA
I can't sleep.
Every time I try to close my eyes, I see that mortifying scene before my eyes and it makes me want to die on the inside.
I sit up in bed and look around the dark, unfamiliar room. To me, sleeping in a room I've never been in before feels strange for the first few times. Maybe that's what's adding to my anxiety.
The time on my phone says it's a little past two in the morning. With a groan, I throw myself back against the pillow only to sit back up minutes later. My throat is parched and I really need some water. Knox asked me to knock on his door if I need anything, but I sure as hell won't do that.
Would the Mohrelians mind if I grabbed a glass of water in the kitchen? Will an alarm go off if I head down there?
"Stop being paranoid," I grumble before throwi
