Salome’s POV
"Salome, get up right now and look at your phone," Tabitha’s voice screeched through the speaker the second I pressed accept.
I rubbed my eyes, the crust of sleep still heavy on my lids. My room was dim, the early morning light barely peeking through the curtains. I let out a low groan and rolled onto my side.
"Tabitha? It is barely six in the morning," I muttered. "What is going on?"
"Check your Twitter feed. Immediately. Do not ask questions, just look at it," she ordered. Her tone was sharp, buzzing with an energy that made my heart do a nervous little skip.
I ended the call and tapped the app icon. The screen glowed too bright in the dark room, making me wince. When the feed refreshed, I froze. My own face was the first thing I saw.
It was a video. I hit play with a
