Chapter Thirteen.
“YOU TWO ARE SERIOUS, aren’t you?” I asked, my chest twisting uncomfortably.
“As a seizure,” Tania exclaimed, using an expression older than she was.
“Okay,” I said, deciding to prove they were wrong. “Tell me what I have to do, then, when it fails, I’m going back to my room for a sleeping tablet and a glass of red wine.”
That should knock the memories of this ludicrous conversation right out of my brain.
“Stand up and come over here, then read from our book,” Natalie said, making the instructions sound easy and harmless.
“All right.” I agreed, then pushed myself to my feet, a strange tremor in my voice as I said, “Then I’m going to leave and we’re all going to forget this happened.”
Neither of the girls said anything in response, instead rushing ahead to open the
