Justin went from dead asleep to wide awake in about half a second.
He had rolled over in his sleep, and the cover of the blanket had fallen off, allowing the rain to hit him full in the face like a garden hose. He wiped himself off in surprise. The light sprinkle was now a downpour, and distant thunder rumbled. It was morning, but he could hardly tell, through the darkness of the clouds. He was about to get up when he heard a pair of hushed, frantic voices.
He turned his stiff neck. Leah was still sleeping with blankets pulled over her head, but Zechariah and Ahlund stood near the doused fire. Both had their hoods up, hiding their faces, and both spoke rapidly. Mid-sentence, as he said something emphatic in a foreign language, Zechariah's arm flung up to point a finger at Justin.
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