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I awoke with a whimper to the feeling of being tied down and a needle in my arm. Not again! I pulled at my bonds and tried to dislodge the needle, but whoever had done it to me knew what they were doing, and I could barely move a centimeter. With every bit of mental effort I could muster, I evened out my breathing and opened my eyes a slit to see where I was and who was with me. The familiar surroundings—my bedroom at my aunt’s house—calmed me slightly, although I did wish I could change or at least spirit-walk to punish whoever invaded my personal and family space to do this to me.
The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs made me close my eyes, all other senses on alert. It was a man, and he smelled of fuchsia and tea.
Tea?
“You can open your eyes, Lonna, I know you’re awake.”
