A sudden, blinding red flash rips through the darkness, yanking me out of sleep. A sharp, urgent voice follows—one I know all too well.
«Lyon, what in the world are you doing?!»
My eyes snap open—the dormitory room is dark, dimly lit by the pale glow of the Minus Moon. Just enough light to see that… what the hell is Ginevra Dulcar doing in my bed?! We're lying on the narrow cot, facing each other, still dressed in the standard blue uniforms that familiars are forced to wear during the day.