Lola woke up in the middle of the night gasping, sweating, and with her entire body flush with fear. Nightmares she already couldn’t remember all that well drifted through her mind like spider silk on the wind. She was glad the nightmares were indistinct and were already being forgotten. Judging by the way she was breathing heavily, her skin soaked with sweat, and her fear making her blood run icy cold, she was sure she didn’t want to remember them anyway.

She looked over at Russel ...