POV: Malia Moon
None of us sleep after that.
By the time the sky began to lighten outside the common room windows, the five of us had moved from the fire to the small courtyard just beyond the alpha wing's side entrance, the morning air sharp enough to clear away whatever exhaustion the sleepless night left behind. Frost still clings to the grass in patches, and our breath fogs faintly in the cold, five shadows moving carefully across ground none of us quite trust anymore.
"If someone wanted us distracted," Torin says, crouching low near the base of the wall directly beneath my window, "the obvious question is what they wanted us distracted from."
"Or who," Vargus says, arms crossed, eyes scanning the tree line beyond the courtyard wall with the same sharp focus I remember from every t
