A shrill alarm ripped through her skull.
Jenna shot upright, clutching her head. “What the f**k!” she hissed, slamming her hand against the screaming device until silence fell. Her chest rose and fell in ragged bursts. She blinked around wildly.
This wasn’t her room.
Soft curtains of cream and gold draped over massive windows. A chandelier glittered above. The bedspread wasn’t hers, silk, not cotton. She’d never owned anything this fine.
Then came the knock. Rap-rap-rap.
“Miss Aria!” a voice sang from the other side. “You’ll be late for school!”
Her heart jumped to her throat. Miss Aria?
Jenna scrambled out of bed, bare feet brushing a thick carpet. She caught sight of a mirror across the room and froze.
Her reflection wasn’t her.
A young woman stared back at her. Wide hazel eyes,
