Chapter Five
I’m staring at a playing card in my hand.
My fingers look strange—bigger and without nail polish.
How odd.
I try to move, but find that I can’t.
Huh?
“Two of Diamonds,” thinks a male voice inside my head with a noticeable British accent.
“Darian?” I reply. “What are you doing in my head?”
No answer.
Instead, my eyes move from the card to take in my surroundings—which is when I realize I’m unable to control my body.
The surroundings are startlingly familiar.
This is the restaurant where I had performed my magic until I was forbidden from doing so—only everything is washed out, for lack of a better term.
It’s as though everything was filmed with an ancient camera, and then someone turned that footage into a virtual reality environment.
The people at the other tables
