Maeve

Una waved the young girl who had set the tray on the end of my bed away with a smile and followed her to the door. Una closed it, turning the lock. I felt a wave of adrenaline prickle across my skin at the sight, fight or flight awakening as the lock clicked into place.

I felt as though I had been ripped apart. My skin ached, if that was even possible. Whatever had happened in the circle, whatever I had seen, it had disappeared in an instant, and I had woken up ...