"Come on," Kenzi said, standing and offering her hand. "Let's get you back to the room. You look like you need about twelve hours of sleep and possibly a stiff drink."
"I'm seventeen. I doubt I would even be allowed."
"And I'm a siren. Rules are flexible." Kenzi's grin was sharp and bright. "But seriously. You need rest. Tomorrow's going to be just as intense, and you'll need your strength."
Elowen took her hand and let Kenzi pull her to her feet.
Her legs were shaky. Her chest still felt tight.
But Kenzi's hand was warm in hers, and for the first time since arriving at Primori Academy, Elowen didn't feel completely alone.
"Kenzi?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
Kenzi squeezed her hand once before letting go. "Don't thank me yet. I'm going to make you learn self-defense, and I'm a terrible
