Focus

Alana’s eyes narrowed at me from the small opening in her door, the gloomy grey colour swirling around menacingly.

“Do you realise what you are asking?” she asked for the fifth time, sounding still so shocked. “We would become linked.” A smirk touched her lips. “And you would have to follow my instructions.”

I folded my arms across my chest. “I know that, but… it’s better than the other option.”

She eyed me knowingly, a stab of sadness hitting me square in the chest. “You will have to face it sooner or later.”

“I think I prefer later.”

She snorted and opened the door wider to let me in.

“Come in.”

Her living room was small and cosy, something I never would have expected from her. It felt almost homely.

Three puffy, green armchairs were positioned in a half-circle around a wooden table and each faced the empty fireplace, but al