DENVER’S POV
THE NIGHT OF ELISE’S DEATH
I was sleeping in my bed when I woke up.
I saw that I was in a house, it was dark and quiet and very creepy.
I looked around.
“Hello?” I said.
I was hundred percent sure that I was not in my room right now. I was in somewhere totally different.
“Grandma?” I called out.
“Denis?”
“Aunt Elise?”
“Aunt Lucinda?”
“Grandpa?”
But there was no answer.
How the hell had I even gotten here?
I pinched myself to see if I was sleeping, but I felt the pain and that meant that I was very much awake.
I rose up from my bed and used little of my magic that I had learnt from my aunts and grandma to light a fire in my palm and the room lit up.
There was nothing in the room except for my bed.
I looked around and saw that there were some stairs bene
