Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“There’s stairs,” he warned.
“GGotcha,” I replied, finding the first step. “And the door is
directly at the top?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, I got it from here,” I told him.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, thank you.”
Rika told me to come over today to hang out, so I knew
she’d be home. It was early, though.
The driver left me and walked back to his car, and I
wanted him to wait for me, but they didn’t work like a taxi. I
would just have to order another ride later.
I reached the top of the stairs and searched for a doorbell
but didn’t find one. Locating a knocker, though, I rapped it
twice and waited.
Please be home. Please be awake.
Damon’s friends—former friends, I’d learned—were the
only people he could threaten all day and never hurt. They
were just as powerful, if not more. He could be stopped.
I rapped the knocker again, three times this time, and
waited, the rain growing a little heavier now as thunder
cracked overhead.
“Hello?” I called, knowing it was useless. If they hadn’t
heard the massive piece of iron hitting the door…
I grabbed the door handle, a heavy metal ring in keeping
with the medieval style I knew the cathedral sported, and
twisted, the door magically giving way and opening.
That meant they were up, at least.
“Hello, anybody home?” I called. “It’s Winter Ashby.”
I stepped inside and closed the door, inhaling the most
amazing scent. A mixture of coffee, vanilla, and stone. I could
feel the air above me and knew the ceiling was sky high. It