“It’s a date.” She hugged me goodbye and let herself out.
I locked the dead bolt, turned off the lights, and went to bed. Being in my own bed again felt so good after a night on the ground and another in a hospital bed. I felt myself drifting off not long after my head hit the pillow.
I had no idea how long I’d been asleep when a high-pitched whistle woke me. I bolted upright in bed and peered through the darkness of my room. “Finch?”
He ran across the bed and pulled frantically on the front of my pajama top. I was reaching for the bedside lamp when I heard it, the sound of the front door opening.
Someone was in the apartment.
My first thought was that the faeries had returned, but it couldn’t be them unless they had somehow managed to get past our ward.
I slid quietly out of bed, wi
