Chapter 9-1

Chapter 9

VOICES THREATENED TO drag me away from the wonderful dream I was having, and I fought consciousness to stay in the dream world. I knew I wasn’t really back in my old living room in New Hastings, sitting by the fire with Nikolas and listening to the storm rage outside. I had no idea why my mind brought me back to that time and place, but I was warm and content and reluctant to leave.

The voices tugged at me again, and I felt the coldness of the real world pressing down on me. My eyes opened and Greg’s uncle’s living room slowly swam into focus. I saw Roland and Greg talking in low voices across the room and Peter dozing in a chair. The clock on the TV said it was 4:00 a.m., and I wondered groggily why everyone was still up. Jordan’s voice came from the direction of the kitche……