"Hey," I heard Ginevra's voice call soft from behind, and I instinctively turned away from the window where my gaze had been fixated. I hadn't even heard her step into my room; I had been far too deeply lost in my own head.

Forcing a pleasant expression, I stepped toward Gin and Rosalina. "Hi, good morning."

"It's past morning," Gin noted dryly, casting a brief look at Rosa, who stood slightly behind her like a sentinel. I let out a tense, nervous laugh, caught off guard.

"I didn't realize how late it was..." I muttered.

I had been holed up in my room ever since the previous night, when Sullivan...