A hand slapped hard against my face.
Tabitha, I crunched on my teeth.
But I couldn’t open my eyes. I was weak. Too weak. I didn’t like this feeling. I shouldn’t. I didn’t want to die.
I’d jinxed myself.
Then fingers pried my eyes open and a light shone brightly into them. I could hear voices but so far away. As if I was lying in a bath of water.
Arms lifted me. I felt the coldness of the floor against my back. Water on my face.
I still didn’t react.
This was bad. Real bad.
I didn’t know if it was day or night. How many days had passed? What was going on around me? This wasn’t something new. I’d gone through it a couple of times already, but never quite this bad.
“Blake,” wailed a shrill voice. I felt something inside of me. It was moving, making me sick. Then my body reanimated an
