Chapter 7
BlairKnocks rattled against wood, and I jerked upright in bed, blinking in the dark. I clutched the sheet to my naked chest and squinted but there wasn’t a hint of moonlight.
“Samson,” I whispered.
His shape stirred beside me. “Here,” he said.
The knocks came again.
“Someone’s at the door.” I swallowed. “Hello?” I called out.
“Blair, honey, wake up!” It was Mom. Of course, it was Mom. Who else would it be at this time of the night? Or was it morning?
I’d lost track of everything after Samson had carried me to bed and tucked me under the sheets, yawning and half-asleep.
“Coming,” I yelled.
Samson clicked the bedside lamp’s switch and light flooded the bedroom.
“Gah!” I lifted my arm and shielded my eyes. “You trying to kill me?”
“Blind you,” he replied, in that jaunty t
