It was nearly noon, and I was lying in bed, as if nothing had happened. Never mind that it wasn’t exactly my choice: I’d made it back to Wolfstone last night by dint of sheer refusal to pass out in the mud, but barely stayed awake long enough to give Liesel what I suspected was a horrifically confused account of the night’s events. Then my body pointed out it had given all its energy to Julian, and I went down like a boxer who took one to the jaw. And because I’d been looking forward to an exam-free morning of sleeping in, there was no alarm to wake me. Liesel was gone. Right. Exams. But Julian didn’t have one today, so I rolled out of bed, staggered into the main room, and jabbed at my screen with a finger until it woke up and called him for me. The first ring hadn’t even ended before the screen leapt to life—but the face on the other end wasn’t him. My heart thudded against my ribs. Robert never touched his roommate’s things.
