I don't remember much after that, if I'm being quite honest with you. I know that Katarina brought me with her back to her room. I couldn't help myself but feel the pang of guilt when I saw the broken window, but Katarina was still nice enough to conjure a bed for me to sleep in.
My head touched the pillow and I was out like a candle. I don't know how long I slept exactly, but I know I had dreams of my mother, Rachel and Jessica and most importantly, Ivan. For some weird reason, I kept dreaming about him shirtless with that towel wrapped around his waist. I've never had dreams of boys in that state of undress before, but I wasn't complaining.
Suddenly, after what felt like only five minutes, someone shook me by the shoulder and I opened my eyes, alarmed.
“You need to wake up."
“What's
