CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
HAZEL
{MOMENTS AGO}
Everywhere was dark, but I could hear screams. I had landed straight on my butt, but I'd felt no pain. High-pitched screams that seemed to pierce my ears, and threaten to burst my eardrums.
Where in the world was I? Where did I end up?
Suddenly, realization hit me like a slap to the face, and all my ten fingers made it to my lips. One crucial thing about someone going to The Land Of The Dead— no one was to go near them, and I had just violated that rule. I got dragged in.
I swallowed, feeling blood coarse through my veins like ice. I was doomed. In real trouble.
Rays of light began to tear the darkness apart, and I moved back, even though there wasn't much moving back would do.
“She got in!”
“We got ourselves someone that would stay.”
