Madison couldn’t sleep that night. She tossed and turned, haunted by the fact that the boy she thought loved and cared about her was really being controlled by some witch. The real Ryan had no clue who she even was. She hated thinking that every person she came in contact with could be some puppet for whoever wanted her dead.
Finally, Madison gave up on sleep. She got up and left the room, walking across the hall and gently tapping on Cillian’s door. She hated waking him, but she needed to be near someone she could trust, and right now he was the only person she knew for sure she could. He came to the door dressed only in his pajama pants.
“Maddy, are you all right?” he asked, shocked to see her at three in the morning.
Madison nodded n
