The soft glow of my phone screen was the only light in the room as I tapped away at my game, ears twitching lazily to the sound of distant chatter from the halls. I was just about to clear a level when—

Thud.

I flinched, eyes snapping up just in time to see a shadow shift in front of the open window. A gust of cold air rushed in, carrying the faint scent of night and rain.

Cho stood there, straightening his coat, black feathers still fading from his form. His long bangs nearly swallowed his eerie eyes, gleaming with that usual, unreadable expression.

I exhaled sharply, raking a hand through my hair. "You know, normal people use the door."

My heart was still catching up, damn it. No matter how many times he did this, I’d never get used to it.

He didn’t answer—he never did—but the faint tilt of his head told me he was listening.

I leaned back against the bed frame, tossing my phone onto the sheets. "Anyway, you going to Kieran’s birthday or what?"