POV: Malia Moon
For one frozen second nobody moves. Ivy sits upright in her bed, blanket clutched to her chest, eyes wide as they dart between me and Wilder standing entirely too close to my bed for this to look like anything except exactly what it is. The knock comes a third time, harder, more insistent, Vargus's voice sharpening on the other side of the door.
"Malia. I know you're awake. Open this door."
My mind races through every possible excuse, none of them remotely believable given the hour, given the fact that Wilder is standing in the middle of my room looking like exactly what he is, a boy who climbed three stories to reach a window he had no business reaching.
"Window," I hiss at Wilder, already shoving him toward it. "Now."
"I'm going, I'm going." He swings one leg back ov
