Chapter 9
“Ayra?”
That name again. Ugh. I was already getting sick of being called Ayra. But hey, at least it meant I was back in her body. Which meant she was now stuck at the family dinner with my awful parents.
Haha, suck it, Ayra. I hope you enjoy the peas.
Alright, so where was I now? Was I with Blondie? I hoped so.
“Hello?”
Nope, that was definitely a man’s voice. What a shame.
I shook the dizziness out of my head and opened my eyes. The bitter note of coffee hit my nose and a rather handsome man was waving in front of my face. Well, at least, his face was handsome. The rest of his attire was just... Strange. Why did he look like a cheap version of Dracula?
But, he seemed to know me. Well, not me. Ayra. But I was pretending to be her, so... At least, for now. What would happe
