A dim voice called, but I was too groggy to respond. Instead I flailed, asking for peace. I just wanted to sleep. “Charlotte? It’s time to wake up. You’re going to miss ‘Magical Murders that go Undetected but Should Not.’” I snorted and covered my ears. “Arrghhggga oonnnndd,” I responded. Feeling satisfied with my answer, I tried to go back to sleep. A wooshing sound was my only warning before I was drenched in water. I cried out and came awake with a start. I stared around blearily, although whether it was from exhaustion or the water in my eyes I wasn’t sure. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you,” said the young man standing in front of me. I glared at Trafton. “Was that really necessary?” I demanded harshly. “I’m tired.” “I know you’re tired,” he said. “You damn near died.” Everything came back to me in a rush and I gasped. Quickly I turned to stare at the stairs, then sucked in my breath. My ribs hurt. For that matter, my arm, hand, and hip also all hurt.
