Chapter Four
Elsie remained motionless, shock racing through her at Caidon's words, a peppery citrus scent filling her senses. She struggled against the doonah, sitting up in the darkness. It took her a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the faint light coming through her window from a streetlight that was across the road and in front of the next house down. She was in her bed. And back in her room.
Marinda sat up, protesting when Elsie turned on the light. "What are you doing?"
Elsie stumbled out of bed, tripping on the doonah she was tangled in and sitting down hard on the edge of the bed. "Did you record me?" Untangling herself, she glanced up at her friend who crossed the room to pick up her phone.
"It happened again, didn't it?" Marinda stared at the screen. "You vanished again
