10
Face in the Mirror
“You know,” a voice pulled Jacob from the depths of sleep, “I sincerely hope when I was on the brink of death I looked cuter than you.”
Jacob’s eyes fluttered open. His head felt like a centaur had tried to cleave it in two. His stomach was sore like he had been violently ill for a week. And Claire was staring judgmentally down at him.
“What are you doing here?” Jacob pushed himself up onto his elbows, making the room wobble dangerously. “Where’s Emilia?”
“Emilia finished rallying the troops.” Claire sat by Jacob’s feet. “Last I heard she was helping the students contact their families. I was assigned to help organize everyone into defensive groups. Finished with that and decided to come and get you out of bed. You’ve had your nap, now let’s build a barricade and
