Chapter 8

Elly

“I’m so screwed,” Elly said to herself. Looking down at Darren with his face pressed against the floor and his ass in the air, she felt a strange mix of relief and dread. She pulled the bag out from under her pillow and frowned. In her panic, she used half the bag on him. whatever doubts she still had she had to push aside. If she were still there once Darren woke up she would be dead meat.

She pulled a bag out from under her bed and shoved a handful of clothes along with her grimoire in it. She went to her bedroom door and pressed her ear against it. She wasn’t sure how long she was asleep or if anyone else was still awake. Elly held her breath as she strained to hear beyond the thin wooden door.

After a few moments, she finally took a deep breath. Nausea rolled over her making it hard to move. With one last glance at the idiot on the floor, she forced herself to crack the door open and peak out. Everything was completely dark. Faint traces of moonlight filtered in from the w