Wake up, wake up, wake up. The voices chant around my head. I"m aware they"re nothing more than the remnants of a dream, but that doesn"t make them sound less urgent.
Wake up, wake up, wake upWake up, Callie. Wake up, little witch.
Wake up, Callie. Wake up, little witch."Go away," I mumble sleepily, unsure if I say the words aloud, or if they"re in my head.
Wake up, or people will die. The words sound urgent now, as if they"re desperate for me to listen to them. And if they"re telling the truth...
Wake up, or people will die.We are.
We areMy eyes snap open, the voices are gone, but they’ve been replaced with a feeling of dread in the base of my stomach. I search the bed with my hands while looking around the room for one of the guys. They promised they"d be by my side the whole night,
