Chapter Forty-Four
Busy Minds
***Lorana***
For some strange reason, I woke suddenly as my hand began to itch. Now wide awake, I hoisted myself against the bedhead and itched my hand against the bedspread. What is going on? It’s never done this before.
It was still dark outside, and the morning sun was sneaking in through the gap at the top of the curtain. Damon and I stayed the night under the veil of the log mansion—the packhouse, as everyone called it. Everything was the same as on the other side, but we had extra company. Candace and Elijah occupied a bedroom a corridor across from us. From what I learnt, Rachelle was in a room on the floor below us, and Tyler was in one down the corridor from her.
Damon was furious to learn that Tyler was in the main building. Even as he slept,
