At least until something touched her head, from the inside. Like a stroke or a light touch and it shocked her out of that weird, relaxed state and back into awake mode. Gladys was gone and in her place was a beautiful, elegant, otherworldly woman holding one hand over the top of her head and the other lightly on her wrist.

Siana jumped away, dislodging the woman’s hands. “What the hell? Who are you, where’d Gladys go?”

The woman on the couch next to her ...