Five
The storm still rages outside when I wake up on Monday morning. My enchanted skylight gives me a glimpse of lightning flashing every few seconds and wind and rain tearing at leaves. I turn over and grab my amber from next to my bed, mumbling the spell to make it show me the time. I close my eyes and snuggle deeper beneath the bed covers. Ryn and I have read everything there is to know about the Harts, and we’ve planned as much as we can, so I may as well sleep in a little bit. Ryn’s right—I really do need to relax more.
“Morning, V.”
My eyelids spring apart, and a glittering knife has formed in my hand before I can even think about it.
“Whoa, careful, it’s just me.” Ryn is sitting in my desk chair, looking entirely at ease.
I pull the covers up to my chin, trying to remember what
