CHAPTER FIVE † PHOTOSTHE ROBUSTNESS OF coffee jerked me awake. I sat up and squinted at the gray light slanting into my bedroom. My hair stuck to half my face as I watched
the snow fall outside. I raked the strands back with trembling fingers, shivering despite the sweat covering my skin.
“You awake?” Larry called from the kitchen.
“Yeah,” I answered absentmindedly. I should have known my interlude with Luka was nothing but my subconscious messing with me. Luka wouldn’t be such a crybaby in real life. His
reputation as a rockstar would shatter otherwise. I snorted. Some rockstar he turned out to be, pining after a girl he couldn’t have while toying with the emotions of another. Well, maybe
that was the most rockstar thing about him. God, I almost wished for the weird chanting dreams o
