Chapter 37: Sweet Sacrifice, Part 2

A warm breeze blew the crystal, twisting the rainbow facets and turning them into surreal butterflies. "You hung it up," he said, pleased, looking around. "It really brightens your room-not that your ceiling isn't beautiful," he added.

My ceiling? The painted stars were only visible in the pitch-dark. The sunlight obliterated them. They were invisible now. "Have you been here before?" I wondered, pushing back my face to look at him.

He stared at me for a moment. "Kind of."

A thick rush of worry slashed through me. "At night?" I said, pulling away from him and sat on the bed. He'd jumped on my balcony without making noise a few minutes before, so he could've come without me noticing.

He hesitated. "Only two times."

"While I was sleeping?"