Alma
I took the mug in my hands and smelled the tea, it smelled quite good, better than I expected, it was aromatic. I was about to bring the mug to my mouth when I listened to a tiny voice, almost an echo in my head.
Do not.
I looked around confused, trying to confirm that the voice was indeed only inside my head. Was I growing crazy?
Do not.
I felt it again, it wasn’t even a voice, it was some sort of feeling, just like something in the depths of my soul was trying to communicate with me, to convey a message.
“Are you okay, Alma?” Zane asked, attracting my attention. He looked worried, even tense.
“Yes… I am okay,” I muttered half-absently.
I wasn’t okay, something was off, something was wrong. A warm tingling started building up inside me. I blinked twice trying to rega
