Fiona’s POV.
The little girl in my dream giggles and says. “I’m here.”
Her words jolt me out of my dreams along and I sit up with my heart in my throat, I wrap my hand around my throat and force myself to take in deep breaths, but the eerie feelings from that dream, if not they only intensify as the creeping sensation of being watched slides over my limbs, I turn my head slowly and that’s when I notice the other person in the room, a female, dressed in a black, her hair is blonde and straight, cut to her shoulders, the strands shape her face beautifully and each line, each angle is familiar to me, the strands of her hair sway when she glances up at me and that’s when I see her eyes, hazel, light hazel, they widen when they scan my face properly and when I see her face now, my eyes widen
