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Twelve
SLEEP CAME RELUCTANTLY THAT NIGHT and I tossed and turned for a long time before
finally going under.
An hour or so later, I sat up in bed, trying to relax and sort out the emotions coming to me.
Lissa. Scared and upset. Unstable. The night's events suddenly came rushing back to me as I
went through what could be bothering her. The queen humiliating her. Mia. Maybe even
Christian—he could have found her for all I knew.
Yet…none of those was the problem right now. Buried within her, there was something else.
Something terribly wrong.
I climbed out of bed, dressed hastily, and considered my options. I had a third-floor room
now—way too high to climb down from, particularly since I had no Ms. Karp to patch me up
this time. I would never be able to sneak out of the main hall. That only left going through the
"appropriate" channels.
"Where do you think you're going?”
One of the matrons who supervised my hall looked up from her chair. She sat stationed at the
end of the hall, near the stairs going down. During the day, that stairwell had loose supervision.
At night, we might as well have been in jail.
I crossed my arms. "I need to see Dim—Guardian Belikov.”
"It's late.”
"It's an emergency.”
She looked me up and down. "You seem okay to me.”