Everything is still black when I open my eyes. My whole body is weak and limp. I can’t even move my fingertips. After a few moments my eyes finally begin to adjust to the darkness.
I look to my left, and my mother is asleep in the bed next to me with Celeste sleeping peacefully between us. Eric is slumped over in a seat nearby, he obviously fell asleep watching over me.
But they’re not the only ones in the room. I’m barely able to move my head enough to see the figures standing at the edge of my bed, their arms folded as they square off against each other.
“Fantastic,” I groan, and the mysterious shadows turn to face me. Double trouble. It’s Michael and the witch.
“I suppose you’re both angry with me?” I ask as I flop my head back down and close my eyes again.
“You promised peace,”
