"What the hell are you doing out there?" Zephyr asked, her voice muffled by the glass between them.
"Open the window," Lysandra whispered.
Her friend undid the lock and pushed the pane of glass out a few inches. "Lysandra, this is a new low. What are you doing here at six in the morning?"
"I didn't get home until after sunset yesterday. Ismene yelled at me - "
"What? You told me you had to get home at one o'clock!" Zephyr leaned further out the window. "How'd you get held up? Did you get mugged or something?"
"Um . . ." Lysandra paused. She realized her misstep too late - she hadn't told Zephyr anything at all about her visits to Cale and his Memory Recoding studio. "You know, it's a really long story. Can you come out?"
"It's way too early for that, Liss," Zephyr said, but when Lysa
