Emily's POV
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the sharp, metallic scent of blood. My heart sank. I sat up slowly, trying to push away the thick fog in my mind, hoping it was just another twisted nightmare. My hand instinctively flew to my wrist, only to find it bare. My bracelet—my lifeline—was gone.
I scrambled, throwing off the blanket, my heart pounding so loudly it echoed in my ears. The truth hit me like a freight train when I saw the blood smeared across my hands, my arms, and streaked on the sheets. I wasn't dreaming.
"Lila!" I hissed, my voice trembling as I scrambled to the floor, searching frantically under the bed.
"Well, well, well. Look who finally woke up," her voice rang in my head, light and mocking. "Merry Christmas, little sister. Did you miss me?"
"What d
