24
Chloe
Groaning, I roll over onto my back and throw an arm over my eyes to shield them from the sunlight. It took me hours to fall asleep after Nikolai left, and I feel like a total wreck. All I want to do is shut out the stupid sunlight and—
Wait, sunlight?
I jerk upright, squinting at the bright light streaming through the window.
Dammit.
Am I late to breakfast?
I cast a frantic glance around the room, but there’s no clock. There is, however, the TV hanging from the ceiling, and I spot a remote lying on top of my nightstand. I grab it and press the power button, hoping it’s not one of those complicated home theater setups that requires a computer science degree to operate.
The TV comes on, conveniently tuned to a news channel, and I exhale a relieved breath.
7:48 a.m.
If I hu
