Aria’s POV

  

  I shifted a little when I felt something on my skin, like someone’s hand brushing against me. My eyes were half-open, heavy with sleep, my mind foggy and sluggish, but I could still feel it. Even half-asleep, I knew something was happening around me.

  

  My head turned slowly, confused. The room was dark, only a faint light spilling in from the hallway through the half-open door. It was dim and strange, the shadows stretching across the walls. The familiar glow of my own room wasn’t there. My brows furrowed as a wave of unease crept through me.

  

  This wasn’t my room.

  

  My heartbeat kicked up, thudding faster in...