Ty
Ty woke with a start tangled in sheets. A mirror reflected his dark hair sticking up. He squinted and knelt. Alternating golden images adorned the frame. Cherubs? No, a woman's face. Zarna! He scrambled out of the bed. His stomach knotted, and he fought not to retch. Fuck, and he smelled like her sickly melon scent. He had no memories after he'd left Carla to find them a place to sleep. Had Zarna possessed him again?
He stomped out of the chamber clenching his fists, needing to either get away from this place or find a way to stop her. In the hallway, the scent of bacon and toast made his stomach lurch again.
Get it together, man. Don't freak Carla out. The whole purpose of him remaining there was to exorcise Zarna and get Carla in her place. He wanted to do something right since he'd come to this forsaken place and hadn't let someone down. Opening his eyes, he strode forward and forced a smile on his face.