_Anya's POV_
The next morning, I walked into the dining room feeling exhausted.
Even though I had spent the entire night lying in Jacob's arms, I had barely slept at all. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the ritual room again. I saw the candles, the blood-covered symbols and the severed head lying in the center of that horrible pentagon. Then I saw Mom Jess standing in her doorway with that unsettling smile on her face and the dark red stain at the bottom of her nightgown. The images refused to leave my mind.
Maya remained restless inside me. We know what we saw.
I know.
No matter what anyone says, we did not imagine it.
I know that too.
Unfortunately, knowing the truth and proving it were two very different things.
When I entered the dining room, Jacob and Mom Jess were already
