I had to answer questions from the fire marshal and then I tried to search for more information on Summer, but every time I logged on and typed her name into a search engine, my connection failed. I finally looked up the word “cabal” in my dictionary: a small group of plotters. That didn’t exactly make me feel any better. I spent the night sitting in the window seat outside Ethan’s room listening for strange noises. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting or what exactly I thought I’d do if a wolf came padding out of his bedroom. In the end I just sat there and freaked myself out. I finally sneaked back to my own bed when I heard one of the security guards doing his rounds. I didn’t want to explain why I was lurking outside Prince Charming’s room. I wanted that conversation almost as much as I wanted to explain how I could start fires. But up in my attic, I still couldn’t sleep. Instead of watching for Ethan or Ethan-as-wolf, I sat at the window and gave myself a headache looking for the white-haired ice monster.
