“Is that Family Feud?” I jerk my head up. Even though it’s the middle of the night, Andrew Winchester is somehow standing behind me, as wide awake as the people on the television screen. Damn. I knew I should have stayed in my room. “Oh!” I say. “I, uh… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He arches an eyebrow. “What are you sorry for? You live here, too. You have every right to watch the television.”
