Chapter Six
THE WOODEN DOORFRAME trembled as someone tested the knob and found it locked. Penny rolled over in her bed and glared at the door. Sun streamed in through the window, bright enough that it had to be hours later than she normally woke.
“Why is your door locked?” Resa demanded from the other side, still trying to open it as if determination alone was enough to counteract the bolt. Given the age of that door and the flimsiness of the lock, it might have been. Penny threw back her covers, grumbling under her breath. Resa was old enough to see to herself in the morning, and old enough to know about boundaries. She just didn’t care.
Penny swung her feet down to the floor and nearly missed the still form of the muscular blue alien. Krayter. She swallowed hard and her stomach droppe
