Book 5. Chapter 32: Plan foiled
I woke up to rustling in my room.
Problem with that is that there shouldn’t be any rustling inside a very much locked room.
Reflexes and paranoia immediately woke me up the rest of the way, hand reaching for the hilt of an occult dagger under my pillow while the rest of me leapt out of the bed, aiming the knife straight into the gloom of my room.
The blue glow of occult illuminated the area, licking the floors and walls around me and revealing who’d snuck into my room unannounced.
She was sitting on my desk chair nearby, looking about as guilty as a kid caught with snow in their hands, hovering right over someone’s unguarded boots. At the same moment, her pale hand shot out in a near blur of speed, slapping down the few pieces of paper still fluttering in the wind, down into the desk where they belonged.
With the papers all secured back on the desk, she gave a polite cough, and then sat primly in the seat.
“Wrath.” I said. “You’re up early.”
“Keith.” She replied in a perfectly calm voice, the other hand now brushing her loose metal feathers out of the way of my chair. “I do not require sleep.” Bits of foam were showing through the thin slices where said feathers must have accidentally cut through. Her hair also looked a little disheveled, which she quickly groomed back into position next.
“So, mind telling me why you’re sneaking into my room at the crack of dawn?” I asked, turning off the occult blade and groping around in the dark again until I could hit the lights.