Switched: Brides Of The Kindred 17 - Plot & Excerpts
Her first panicked thought was, Fire Drill! And for a moment she felt like a kid again, the hush of a busy school day broken by the loud bray of the fire alarm. But when she opened her eyes there was no classroom filled with kids around her—just a dim room with pale red light coming in the window. The brighter, flashing light and the braying alarm were coming from something else—a black box about as big as her hand on a long, metal arm. It was hovering right in front of her face. “What the…?” Frankie stared at it with incomprehension. The alarm faded for a moment and a voice came out of the black box instead. “Wake,” it said in a tinny, robotic voice. “This is your first call to wake. It is o-six-hundred hours. Wake.” “Get away from me! Get out of my face!” Frankie slapped at it blearily, batting the black box away. Then she noticed that the arm she reached out to slap it with was long and extremely muscular. And the hand was large with long fingers and short, neat nails—not the almond shaped pink ones that tipped her own fingers.
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