"No!" Laurel screamed, opening her eyes.
She fought the sheets that had twisted around her in her sleep and tumbled off the bed with a painful thump.
It was just a nightmare. We're in Sapphire Lake, Alice said, though even her voice seemed a little shaky.
She lifted her head, panting and looking out the window as dawn began to stretch gently across the sky, lightening it and bringing the new day.
She couldn't escape her memories as Laura any more than she could escape Alice. Laura would never be put to rest until she knew who killed her. It was the only way to free herself and actually live as Laurel.
She had to go back. Her heart clenched with terror and Alice rumbled.
Trust our mate.
If only it was that easy.
By the time the sun had risen over Sapphire Lake and the village had begun to start their day, Laurel had packed her bags with her few belongings: a few dresses and the letters from her father.
