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love you’ came down the line.
    As awkward as I felt heading back to our room, knowing Brooke would most likely be there, I had nowhere else to go. I could always go and sleep in my rental car, but not only would it be super uncomfortable, I also didn’t want to be a coward. Hiding from Brooke because she’d gotten an insight into my dirty little secret made me look pathetic.
    I took a deep breath, forced my feet to move, and went back to our room. She was lying on her stomach, reading a book, and only glanced in my direction before turning back to it, a scowl narrowing her eyes.
    I shrugged out of my jeans and undid my bra, slipping it out from beneath my top. I probably should have changed, but I only wore a camisole and panties to bed, and I didn’t want to expose my skin to the other girl any more than I already had. Slipping beneath the bedcovers, I turned my back on Brooke, facing the wall. I pressed my face into the pillow I’d brought from home, wanting to be comforted by the feel and smells of home. Instead, the pillow only served to cause a huge wave of homesickness to rise up and crash over me.
    Even though I had come to Sage Springs in order to escape the vampirism that had shadowed my entire life, right then I would have given anything to be at home with my mom and dad, Serenity and Sebastian.

 
    Chapter
     
    8
     
     
    I stood on a road on the outskirts of town. Pine forests bordered both sides of the road, but, beyond the bend ahead, I could just make out the lights of town glowing into the night sky.
    A shiver wracked through me. What was I doing here? How did I even get here? The trees on either side of me rustled as a breeze stirred their branches. I needed to get out of the middle of the road, a car might come along any minute and mow me down, but at the same time I didn’t want to go near the forest. I couldn’t explain why, but something in my gut told me to stay away.
    Movement on the road ahead caught my attention. A woman was walking up the road, a strange walk, her head held perfectly straight, staring ahead. She wore a long dress, though her feet were bare. I frowned. No, that was wrong. It wasn’t a regular dress she wore, but a nightgown. Was the woman sleepwalking?
    I began to walk toward her. “Hey, are you …?”
    But I trailed off as someone else rounded the bend, appearing behind the woman. It was an older man this time. He wore only boxer shorts and an old t-shirt, but slippers were on his feet as he shuffled along.
    What the hell?
    More people appeared, a stream of them following the woman who’d come first. Couples, teenagers, even children, clutching their teddies, their hair mussed up as though they’d just gotten out of bed. All wore the same, blank expressions. All seemed to be coming from Sage Springs.
    As I gawped at the spectacle, the first woman slipped off the road and between the trees, heading deeper into the forest.
    “Hey, no!” I called out. “You don’t want to go in there! Something bad is in the forest.”
    I knew it was true. Though I’d seen nothing to make me think such a thing, my instincts were rarely wrong.
    A dream, I realized. I was dreaming one of those dreams. A dream that was trying to tell me something. 
    Though subconsciously I knew I was dreaming, I couldn’t stop myself from reacting, from trying to change an event that wasn’t even happening yet, if it was going to happen at all.
    One by one, the people followed the woman, disappearing between the tree trunks, vanishing into the darkness. I ran to those who remained on the road, clutching at arms. “Don’t go in there, please, don’t follow her!” But no one listened. No one even appeared to notice me.
    They could have been sleepwalking, but more than anything they just seemed … empty.
     
     
    I woke the next morning with absolutely no idea where I was. For a few wonderful, peaceful seconds, I’d completely forgotten about the events of the day before, but then they all came