Chapter 34

Saturday mornings were supposed to be quiet. Lazy, even. At least, that's what Q told herself every time she rolled over and buried her face deeper into the soft, ridiculous pillows that came with her bed at RAPS. Saturdays were meant for resting, for pretending she didn't have a hundred etiquette rules to memorize and an entire world of upper-crust nonsense to navigate.

So when she cracked one eye open and saw Juliette already awake, she knew something was up.

It wasn't that Juliette never woke early—far from it. The girl was practically a rooster in human form, always up before the sun, making a racket with her precise morning routine. But today was different. Q watched from the edge of her pillow as Juliette hovered by the mirror, her movements sharper than usual, almost nervous.