POV: Malia Moon
I freeze, half convinced I'm imagining the shape pressed against the glass, three stories above ground with nothing but stone and empty air beneath it. Then the tapping comes again, patient, deliberate, and I realize with a jolt that whoever it is has no intention of leaving until I answer. My mind races through every possibility at once, Reyes comes to explain himself, some rival house sending someone to test whether the girl everyone dismisses is worth investigating further, or something far worse that my parents always warned me might eventually come looking.
I slide out of bed as quietly as I can, careful not to wake Ivy, and creep toward the window on bare feet, pulse hammering loud enough that I'm certain whoever's outside can hear it through the glass. My heart is
