I wake abruptly to the sound of the alarm blaring. “What now?” I groan, burying my face in Elijah’s shoulder. We’ve moved from Ariah’s bed to mine and fallen asleep there. Despite a lot of kissing, nothing more is happening, though I want things to head in that direction. Elijah is the one who decides we should take our time.
Sigh.
Elijah mutters a curse, gently nudging me off him. “It’s something serious.”
“How do you know?” I pop my eyes open.
“If the alarm rings three times consecutively, it’s something important but not life-threatening. Six times, it’s a serious and potential danger, like with the convict on the grounds.”
“How many times did it ring?” I sit up beside him.
“Twelve.” He gets off the bed and straightens his shirt. He pivots around, holding out his hand to me.
“Wha
