Chapter 27
The headache I’d had yesterday morning had been bad, but that was nothing compared to this. I yelped and slapped a hand to my eyes, the gray dawn light coming through the window assailing my vision. Then I cautiously raised my hand again, holding it a few inches from my face. The light lanced through my fingers like daggers.
I was seeing double—but the double was a blurry, darker version of my hand overlaying my own. It deepened, then faded to a light mist when I blinked, reality and shadows warring for my attention.
Five fingers, I noticed, so I wasn’t dreaming—but something felt seriously wrong. I raised myself up on one elbow, looking around the room. It wasn’t just my hand; the room itself had a ghostly twin fading in and out, like half my brain was mired in the shadow re
