I gasped and shot straight up in my bed, the blankets falling around by my hips. I sighed. There it is. The proof I hadn’t needed that I’d been asleep. Tegan had a habit of waking us up by screaming into our unconscious minds telepathically. It was convenient . . . if not also terrifying. Even though my mind was awake and aware in that dream, my body had been down for the count, which meant Tegan’s screaming forced my body into a jump start and now my pulse was racing. With a curse, I pushed my hair back and then tied it up in a bun before climbing out of my bed. After everything that’d gone down the last month, I’d made it a new habit to sleep fully clothed. Last night I’d switched out of my jeans and white sweater because the amount of blood splattered on them was just not the right way to start the day.

Wait, what time is it? Are we officially starting the day? Is there an emergency? I grabbed my phone off the charger and saw an ungodly early time of day and cringed before shoving my phone in my pocket.

“BENTLEY GOT PROPHECY. WE’RE JUST GONNA TALK, THEN YOU CAN GO BACK TO BED,” Tegan shouted in our minds.

I smiled. She really was so convenient. I looked down and confirmed I had slept in sweatpants, a hoodie, and a fuzzy pair of socks, so I was going to this meeting like this. My sais and Vans sneakers were at my door, so I grabbed them on the way out, just in case. My room was on the third floor only because it was apparently the quiet floor, which was why Mei-Ling chose this for me when she got here. Right about now I was wishing she’d selected the second floor, especially for going back up.

“Why don’t we have an elevator?” I grumbled to myself. “Or an escalator? Or some magical shit that just beams us up.”

Tim chuckled behind me as I crossed the landing on the second floor. “I’m sure crazy can whip us up something. She probably doesn’t even realize how much we need it since she rarely uses her legs for their intended purpose.”

A deep chuckle behind me made me and Tim glance back. Tenn was right behind us. We must’ve made a face because he shrugged. “That was funny.”

Tenn had clearly taken the back to bed part seriously since he only had on a pair of sweatpants. No shirt or shoes in sight. I wondered when the last time he saw a brush had been because that hair was wild. He looked exhausted, both mentally and physically, which was probably why his uncle kept on with the jokes about Tegan forgetting to behave like a human—because it made his nephew laugh.