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“No she won’t,” Lance says as he scoops her up in his arms. Andrea closes her eyes and lets Lance carry her upstairs. Leonie’s deranged laugh floats in through the windows and Andrea shudders. She can still see the hatred in Leonie’s lifeless, hollow eyes. Andrea groans and shakes her head, trying to forget the haunting image. A sharp and sudden pain seizes her—it feels like her forehead is going to split open. Her hands fly to her face and her body stiffens. She tries to open her eyes, but it only makes the pain worse. From far away she hears a horrible, twisted scream. It takes her a minute to realize the sound is coming from her own mouth. “Andrea,” Lance shouts. “Andrea, what’s wrong? Are you ill?” She bites her tongue and forces herself to stop screaming. She squeezes her eyes sh