Thirty-Five
The Collector Strikes“Wake up, April. We have to go.”
Noah's desperate pleas roused me from my sleep. “What time is it? What's happened?” I sat on the edge of my bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. A yawn muffled Noah's explanation as he tried to wedge shoes onto my feet. “What did you say?” I said when I'd finished yawning.
“There's been an attack.”
“What?” I pushed his hand away and finished putting on my shoes.
Noah held out a blue sweater. “Here.”
“Can't I get dressed first?” I started pulling my bare foot out of a shoe, wanting to put on at least a pair of sweats over my thin PJ bottoms.
Noah shook the sweater at me. “There's no time.”
I snatched it from his hands. Before I pulled it on, he grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the door. As I stumbled, my foot c
