I wake up in my room, my head pounding against the bright sunlight streaming through the windows.

I sit up, my side aching.

Ambrose is there in an instant. He sits on the bed and smiles at me.

“Althea?” I ask.

“She’s eating with Theo,” he tells me. “They’ve taken quite the interest in each other. She’s okay, though.”

I shake my head. “What happened? Who were they?”

“I don’t know. ...