Chapter 7: The witching hour
Lana
I look at my bloody hands and tighten them into fists as fire crawls across my skin. But I don’t burn, which is strange. Laughter roars from my lips as I stroll through a dark forest and run my fiery hands across the trees and the grass, lighting everything up. With each stroke of my hand, the grass burns, and the trees turn to ash.
When my sister, Bree, rushes toward me and the fire consumes her, screams of terror burst from my lips. That’s when I’m awakened from my nightmare.
Shooting up from the bed, I clutch the cover tightly to my chest and look around the room, worried I’ll see my sister’s burning form. But I’m alone. Sweat glides down my neck, and my chest heaves with my exertions. This nightmare is worse than any others I’ve been having latel
