Page 20 of Wayward


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  I awoke with a gasp. My cheek pressed against the hardwood floor of my bedroom and I panted for breath. I pushed up on my elbows and looked frantically around the room. The sky behind the curtains was dark. I was alone.

  The necklace lay several feet away, its black center winking at me in the low light.

  I could taste Valentine on my tongue, that curious mix of forest and darkness. As if he was in the room with me, close enough to touch.

  Only two weeks left.

 
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