“Who’s side are you on, anyway?”

Jullian ignored the question, turning her head toward the closed window.

“Jullian!” The man beside her glared at the back of Jullian’s head, the tanned skin of his face creasing in a frown.

“Jullian!“

She ignored him, absently tracing circles on the cold window.

“I’m not joking, Jullian.” The man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’re not just playing around any more, you have to understand that! We’re practically in the middle of a war here!”

She finally looked back at the man, flicking short raven-coloured hair out of her eyes.

“So, what, Bernard?”

“You can’t just decide to pretend like nothing is happening simply because things aren’t going how you wanted!”

“I’m not!” Jullian snapped. She paused for a moment. “Bernard, just how many people did you happen to tell where you’d be tonight?”

“None.”

“Bernard.”

She could see the shadow move across the wall, like a spider.

There was a crash, and that’s when all hell broke loose.