‘What is it?’ I yelled, shoving myself out of bed, shooting into my underwear, and plucking my dress from where I’d dropped it last night. The knocking abruptly stilled. ‘Developments at the Golden Court.’ Tared’s voice made its way into the room muffled by the layer of wood separating us. ‘The Moon fleet finally attacked fifteen minutes ago. We’ve started evacuating.’ I froze. Attacked.
