Ritchie was pretty sure she"d never once woken up panicked about how well rested she felt.
But panic wasn"t an overreaction. Not only did she live a highly structured life in the academy, even during her breaks from school, she kept her implant alarm set to wake her early in the morning. Opening her eyes to a feeling of blessed restfulness, like she had taken a long lie-in on the sort of holiday she never gave herself? That wasn"t normal. Not at all.
And the only explanation for that abnormality was someone was messing with her implant. Again.
"Relax. It"s all of us," Moreau said. Ritchie couldn"t even see the top of Moreau"s head, she was so deeply buried inside her puffy sleeping bag, but she must be at least partly awake to hear Ritchie sit up with a gasp like that.
"We were given o
