Chapter 39 Witch Ii

• Lynn's eyes fell open and her ceiling came into sight, her head turned to the side and the scattered mess confirmed it was her room. Her eyes shifted to the window and the morning sight made her jump out of bed, her memories played back and her hand flew to her neck, frantic. It didn't hurt.
• Was it a dream?
• She rushed out of bed to run over to her mirror and she shrieked at the sight of her neck. Her hand slowly ran over the darkened bruise that slept on her skin and her body ran cold at the realization, it wasn't a dream. She stepped back, terrified, and paused as she remembered the others.