Zeda woke up from her third round of sleep on Wednesday afternoon. She had indulged in nothing but eating and sleeping.

It was a free day: No classes, no crew rehearsal, no training with Adrian. She hadn't even cracked the spine of a single book, let alone finished reading the five enormous volumes.

She could already picture Torvin's smug, gold-eyed gaze and hear his inevitable, relentless taunt if he ever found out.

Suddenly, her phone rang, and her heart pounded with a desperate prayer ...