Four Hours Before DawnTHE FAMILIAR SOUND OF a Skype call jolted me awake. I pushed the covers away and sat up.
Damien’s arm snaked through the sheets and he curled around me. “Just ignore it. Come back to bed.”
“I have to take it. Other than Edi and my parents, nobody calls me on Skype.”
He released me and huffed. “Of course, go talk to your precious Edi.”
I sighed and let my head fall back. “It might be Auntie, Damien.”
Damien snorted, and I could feel resentment even in that simple sound. “It’s after 10 PM in Romania. That’s not your aunt calling.”
“Whatever.” I stood and walked out of my bedroom, heading for the cramped living room where my desk was set up. I had three sleek monitors connected to my desktop, the setup satisfyingly geekish.
I moved the mouse around and everything
