“Fuck.” Ridge’s voice is hard, his face creased with worry. “Is she in your head now? Can you feel her?”
I search inside myself, rooting around in my chest and my mind for any signs of the vicious witch. Then I shake my head weakly. “No. I don’t think so. She… she pulled me out of myself. Into some kind of astral plane where she attacked me. But she’s not in my head now.”
Gathering my strength, I try to build a wall around my heart. Around the very core of me. I can hold her out for now. For a day. A week. A month.
But how long can I manage to keep the barrier in place without it draining away all my energy? How long until she manages to snatch me out of my body again and finish the job she started? Archer said my heart almost stopped while Cleo was attacking me through our connection.
She’ll try again. Just like Gwen warned me, she’s ruthless and determined. An
d I know without a doubt that Cleo will keep trying, keep invading my mind, until she kills me.
Unless I kill her first.
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