Selene
I’m woken by the sounds of blaring alarms, the sound so shrill and horrible I slam a pillow over my face before I can stop to consider what the sound might mean. It’s not until my bedroom door swings open and a young servant girl pokes her head in, that I lower the plush implement. She pulls me out of bed and helps me into a robe while my head spins.
An alarm. I think hopefully, that’s bad for Blaise.
And what’s bad for Blaise can only be good for us. Luna answers slyly.
“What’s happened?” I ask the girl helping me.
“We’re going into lockdown, miss.” the young servant answers, breaking the silence her station usually demands.
“What do you mean, lockdown?” I question, “What’s happened?”
“I don’t know, I
