Chapter 66:
Julie's Point of View
A sudden coldness exploded over my face, as if a thunderbolt of ice had struck my pores.
My entire body jerked under the covers, and I bolted upright, gasping violently, but my head wouldn't obey; I felt as if a polished dagger had been driven into my temple, forcing me to recoil again.
The room was spinning around me in hysterical circles; the walls were swaying, and the ceiling was descending toward my eyes, which failed to open against the breaking light.
I pressed my palms over my ears to stifle a sharp ringing that sounded like a train's whistle.
As my vision gradually cleared, I glimpsed a familiar face dripping with venom: it was Olivia.
She stood over me like an ill-omened crow, gripping a glass cup empty now with sternness, her features flushed with a rage I didn't understand.
She screamed in a tone that pierced my head like a nail:
"Get up, you pig!"
