Chapter Eight
There was movement in the corridor outside our room. I pressed my hand against the door and eased my ear to the wood. Scrapes and steps, a grunt of effort.
“What is it?” Willa muttered behind me.
I ignored her, pressing harder, focusing on the sound as it slipped away. It wasn’t the first scrape I’d heard...something was happening out there. I needed to know what that was. Was Devika all right?
“Nothing,” I finally muttered and glanced to the window above the bed. The sky was brightening at the edges, daylight was almost here. Would the moving and the scraping stop then, when all the Vampires went to bed?
I turned back to the door. Clinking of glasses echoed, making my pulse race. What were they doing?
“Asena?” Chaska murmured from the bed.
“Go to sleep,” I whispered o
