Lisa's POV
By midnight.
I tossed a little in bed. My lips were dry, sticking. Ugh, thirsty. My hand fumbled toward the side table, searching for the jug. Fingers tapped the wood. Empty. No glass, no cool water. Just… nothing.
“Ahhh, come on,” I muttered under my breath, rolling over. For a moment I thought maybe I’d just wait until morning. Sleep it off. But the scratch in my throat made that impossible. I sighed, dragged myself up, feet hitting the floor with a dull thump.
The hall was quiet, dark, shadows long on the wall. Everyone should be asleep. My steps were light, almost guilty, as I made my way toward the kitchen. The floor was too cold as I walked barefoot, which sent shivers down my spine, and I winced.
I passed Heri’s room on the way.
The door.
Open.
I froze mid-step, m
