“Are you all right, Rose?” Ramoni asked as Charlie continued to pant in her bed, still feeling terrified over the nightmare she had just woken from.
“Yeah,” she gasped out. “I think so.”
“Well, not to alarm you further, but you have a visitor.”
Charlie’s stomach almost flew out of her butt at his words. A visitor? Now? In her home when it was so early in the morning?!
Slowly, Charlie turned her head. Her blood ran cold when she caught sight of a cat sitting on her desk, right next to where the climbing hydrangea was poking in through Charlie’s open bedroom window. It was the very cat who had been in the White Forest with Charlie and the others the day before.
“What are you doing here?” she asked it, backing up into her headboard to get as far away from it as possible. But just as she
