12
I shouldn’t have come to bed. There was no resting for my brain. All I could do was replay the events of the night and try to work out how I could have played things differently.
Maybe if I hadn’t stormed off, then Zara wouldn’t have had to go with her father, and we’d be happily sleeping the night away right now.
A scuffling outside my window grabbed my attention…my very confused attention. I didn’t know what could possibly be going on there.
Slowly, I rose from the bed and padded over to the window, slightly nervous and pretty much hoping I could scare people off with just my fangs.
A pair of hands latched over the sill, accompanied by a grunt. I was starting to think I should have maybe closed the damn thing. Too late for that though.
“Zara?” I asked, surprised to recognise my
