DREAM-NAPPED.

MAHINA.

“Shut up.”

“Not till you talk, it would help you relax, then we can talk about how we will kill that boy.”

*****

Wait, who was killing whom?

That had sounded like Killian and Keon. Where were they? Where was I?

At that, I snap my eyes open and look around.

I was standing in a scarily familiar place; white-trunked trees, grass that wasn’t really grass—Why did this place seem so familiar?

A familiar growl sounds and I freeze before panic assaults me, “No… No, that was a dream, this isn’t—”

“Hello, Oisin.”

I turn so fast, that I slap myself with my unbound hair. Did I sleep without my bonnet?

Like that is important right now.

Shut it!

Yeah, I’ve started talking to the voice in my head now.

The hot psycho was back! This time he was fully dressed and his clothes seemed familiar and modern.

Not important!