LENA'S POV
I could not sit still.
That was the truth of it. I had tried reading. Tried lying down. Tried the breathing exercises Rook had taught me weeks ago for exactly this kind of restlessness. None of it worked. By eleven at night I gave up and went downstairs, expecting an empty kitchen.
It was not empty.
Ghost was there. Then Axel walked in two minutes later in sweatpants, hair a mess, looking like he had also given up on sleep. Then Rook, fully dressed, like he had never actually tried.
Nobody had planned this. We all just ended up in the same room.
"This is ridiculous," Axel said, dropping into a chair. "We have court in eight hours and nobody can sleep."
"Speak for yourself," Ghost said, pouring coffee at midnight like that was a normal decision.
"You are drinking coffee,"
