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Chapter 15
The voices came to her in the darkness, whispering different things. But one thing they hissed was the same. Lana . . . Lana . . . Lana.
Layla shot straight up in the bed as she heaved. She was hot and sticky. Damien snored loudly beside her. He didn’t snore unless he was really tired. Creeping out of bed to keep from waking him, she went to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and splashed cool water on her face.
Lana. It could be a mistake like she thought when she first met the old couple. But considering that she couldn’t recall most of her life, she had to be sure. It would be the most radical thing she has done concerning her mission to discover her past, but she figured the worst that could happen was being cursed out.
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