“ARE YOU AWAKE?”
“I am now,” Amelia grumbled and tried to burrow back under the covers away from her very awake flatmate who had barged into her room. “Go away.”
“Oh no. Not ’til you see what’s going on outside.” Priya bounced, heavily and repeatedly, on the foot of the bed.
“I don’t want to see what’s going on outside.”
“Ohhh, yes, you do.”
Amelia squinted an eye open. Priya was still wearing last night’s clothes — a slinky black dress that Amelia could never have pulled off at the Observatory. Or anywhere. Her black hair was tousled and her smoky makeup was a bit smudged. “You look a mess. And why are your feet dirty?” Amelia asked.
“Actually, I look fantastic, and fantastically well f****d, thank you. Make up s*x is the best.” Priya smirked and bounced up again. “Come on.” She yan
