I wake up in my bed, high up in the dormitory tower at St. Selaphiel’s Academy.
And I’m not alone.
Leaning over me, his face only inches away from my own, is a boy.
A boy that I recognise.
Rhys Greenehall.
My mean, sarcastic and somewhat bitchy classmate, who was tasked by Sister Evelyn with taking me on a guided tour of the school grounds yesterday morning.
His hands are on my shoulders, pinning me down to the bed - I gasp and take a deep panicked breath, but before I can scream, his hand is clamped tight over my mouth.
"Shhh... stop that," he whispers.
What the hell is he doing in my room? Am I being... oh my god... am I... is he... is Rhys ASSAULTING ME in my sleep?
My whole body tenses, and I quickly calculate the best way to throw him off me, to fight back. He's not that tal
