Emmalee
We both wake up to the sound of someone banging on his door.
“Kid!” I hear Justus yell. “What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t you want your breakfast!?”
My eyes fly open, and Romain and I make eye contact. The banging on the door continues, and I hear Justus say, “Is he dead, or what?”
“Go,” Romain breathes out.
We both stand up, trying to make as little noise as possible, and I look around hurriedly before asking, “Where do I go?”
“Under the bed,” he says after a few beats.
I give him a look before getting on my knees and falling on my knees. I slide under the bed and hold my breath. The only view I have is of Romain’s feet, and he’s heading toward the door. He opens it, and Justus’ dusty feet enter the room.
“You didn’t hear me or what?” Justus asks rudely. He’s alw
