There was banging on the door. It was hard, desperate and urgent.
It rattled on its hinges, loud enough to jolt Sevan from the edge of a dream and into reality with his heart racing. He sat up instantly, breath caught in his throat as he blinked through the darkness of their room. The sound came again- fists pounding against wood- followed by the distant murmur of voices in the hallway and the unmistakable noise of the common room stirring in a flurry of tension.
"Sevan," Adrian groaned sleepily from the other side of the room, pushing the covers aside and sitting up. "What time is it?"
"I don't know," Sevan muttered as he climbed out of bed, grabbing his shoes. He crossed the room quickly and unlatched the door.
Standing there in the moonlit hallway was Ivara.
She looked like a ghost.
