My limbs still ached as I pushed through the torn fabric and climbed out of my nook.
Daphne was upright on her bed, snuggled into her pink comforter. She motioned toward the destroyed room. “Hurricane Enzo has made landfall.”
I gaped at the destruction around me, realizing the curtains were just Enzo’s warm-up. Every drawer in my dresser was open, its contents dumped across the floor like someone had violently searched them. My clothes were scattered everywhere. Half the items in my closet were missing.
My MacBook was gone from my desk.
Items were broken on the floor.
But justmythings. Nothing on Daphne’s side was touched.
I stood slowly, staring in disbelief between the wreckage, then at Daphne. “Did he do this while we were asleep?”
She nibbled on her lip and nodded.
“No way.” I shook my head hard. My temples throbbed as I replayed the night in my mind. “I listened foreverysound last night.”
And I’d heard them all.
Our neighbors’ voices floating through the wall. The creaks of the old building. The wisp of the wind brushing against my window. Even an owl hooting somewhere outside.
But I hadn’t heard footsteps, or drawers pulled open, or someone shredding my curtains.
Daphne sleepily pushed her tangled hair away from her face. “You’d be amazed at what Enzo can do without making a sound. If I ever get diagnosed with a terminal illness, I’m spending my last few days kicking him in the balls. Maybe I’ll just rip them clean off. I’d be doing a public service.”
I laughed and slid off my bed. The floor was freezing against my feet as I shuffled to hers. She scooted over to make room, and I dropped down beside her, pulling the comforter over my legs.
“I’m texting Seraphina.” She grabbed her phone from the shelf behind her. Her drowsy eyes studied her phone, and she gasped. “Holy fucking shit.” She smacked a hand over her mouth.
“What?” I asked in a scratchy voice.
She turned her screen toward me. “Jett jumped out of the infirmary window last night.”
Messages and notifications crowded her phone screen, so many that I couldn’t focus on a single one.
Jett jumped, my ass.
He was tossed, courtesy of the Night Sons.
Daphne’s shock about Jett’s death was short-lived as she started typing, reading her text out loud. “Your brother is aderanged lunatic who trashed my room.” After hitting Send, she tossed the phone aside and collapsed on her back with a long, dramatic sigh.
My body was still sore when I flopped down beside her, staring up at the ceiling.
“Is Seraphina Enzo’s sister?” I asked.
“She is.”
“Poor thing.”
She scoffed. “Luckything. Being Enzo’s sister means protection. Seraphina will never be a Fawn.”
I jerked upright, as if suddenly brought to life.
Daphne did the same, scooting to the corner of her bed and tucking her legs beneath her.
“Can you tell me about this Fawn thing?” I asked.
I wasn’t sure if she’d answer. Everyone around her was so secretive.
