Betty POV
"Go to sleep."
The whisper cut through the dark of my bedroom the exact second Leonardo hit the carpet. His large frame went down with a heavy, dead thud, his forehead striking the edge of the wardrobe before he rolled onto his side. He did not blink. He did not breathe. He just stayed there, a limp pile of muscle under the dim light of the ceiling bulb.
"What are you doing here?" I snapped, my heels digging into the mattress as I backed away from the shadow near the curtains.
Audrey stepped into the light, her lips pulled back in a sharp, bitter line. "Well, it is a long story. Let us just say the coven witches want to meet you. So, I am taking you there."
"If that is the case, why didn't they just ask me?" I retorted, my fingers clenching into the sheets.
"Yeah, that was
