SHAWN
“Who is that?”
I sighed, my shoulders sagging, having no wish to talk at all. My head throbbed with the remnants of the gala's noise, and I just wanted to do what I came here to do—find some way to sleep and gather my wits together.
Hopefully, Miranda hadn’t known or seen what had happened at the gala yet; I couldn't stomach another lecture on my failures.
“Who is that?” she repeated, her voice sharp with a suspicion that set my teeth on edge.
I sighed again, a loud, terrible thing, echoing in the hallway. There was a hole in the door for her to peep through and know exactly who stood there, so I couldn't understand the fuss.
That should have been my first warning that there was fire on the mountain, but my nerves were too frayed by the complications of the night to pay at
