Chapter 93

" - do?" I gasped and then gasped again. Um, how did I get to my apartment so fast when I had just been at the police station? With Chloe.

Oh no, Chloe.

I held tight to the edge of the kitchen table in front of me with one hand, the other on the mouse next to my open laptop. My index finger tingled and itched where it rested on the mouse button. Once the letters on the screen in front of me settled into their normal places, I read Success! You've Just Applied to the University of Georgia!

What the what the what? My mind was still there at the police station, but my body, somehow, was here at home redoing my college application. Had I fainted, and someone drove me here?

Something cold nuzzled into the back of my ear.

"Gah!" I threw myself sideways to get away and twisted into a hard landing on the floor.

My familiar was levitating behind the chair, a happy little grin on his face.

"Studmuffin, don't do that," I scolded.