13
The Arrogance of Youth
I woke to a dog sprawled on one side of my bed, and a roommate peering at me from the other.
One of those was terrifying, and it wasn’t Boone.
I shoved Wembley’s bearded face. “Go away.”
“You need to get up.”
“So knock on the door like a normal person.”
“I tried that.” Wembley crossed his arms and refused to remove himself from my room. “You said you were awake. That was fifteen minutes ago.”
I considered my last thoughts, and, nope, they weren’t from this morning. I had no recollection of that particular conversation. “Lies.”
“I’m not lying. You have the sleeping habits of a teenager.”
“Do not.” It came out sounding all muffled and weird though, because I was speaking into my pillow.
“Star finished her autopsy.”
My pillow was so soft. And Boone snuggl
