Jessica pov.
The sharp blare of a horn split the morning air, yanking me out of half-sleep. My body jerked upright before my brain caught up.
“What the hell now?” I groaned, dragging a hand over my face. My eyelids felt like bricks, and every bone in me screamed to just collapse back onto the pillow. One week of bad sleep and I was ready to murder whoever thought sounding horns at dawn was a good idea.
Beside me, Zane was already moving, ears twitching like an antenna. Of course. He could fall asleep in a storm and wake up at the sound of a pin drop.
“That’s the alarm horn,” he said, voice steady. “Something’s wrong.”
“Obviously,” I muttered, tugging the blanket over my legs. “Normal people use bells. Or words. Or literally anything else.”
He didn’t answer. He was already pulling on
