Dennis and I boarded his private jet and headed straight to New York. I was lying on the bed next to Dennis, my mouth feeling dry, and my legs trembling slightly.
It had been, what, three years since I last saw Aunt Claire and her devilish twins. Memories of how she tried to sell me to that damn witch Arabella and her stupid reapers surfaced, causing my heart to pang.
I tried to steady my breath, being careful not to awaken Dennis, who was napping next to me.
"Alice?" His voice echoed softly, and I flinched, meeting his gaze. So he was awake. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," I let out a watery laugh. "I'm just, uhm...you know, relaxing."
Dennis lay on his side, using his hand to support his chin. "I know you're not alright. It must be hard for you to face your aunt after so many months. So,
