Chapter 38
Sabine
I’mjolted awake from my nap. Frowning, I sit up with the strangest feeling that someone is in the room with me, but I see no one. It’s a different feeling than when I awake to Astor in the middle of the night. This is one of unease. Fear.
Must be the sleeping pill I took.
Blinking, I look at the clock. It’s already six in the evening. Astor is expecting me in one hour. I’m disoriented, surprised I slept so hard. I make a mental note to steal more of those pills.
I push off the bed and walk into the bathroom. Staring at myself in the mirror, I frown.
“What the ...” I run my fingers over a short patch of hair sticking out from the side of my head. It’s as if someone cut a small strand out of my hair.
How the hell did that happen?
Could I have done that in some sleeping-pill sleepwalking scenario? Or is my hair starting to fall out and break from stress?
I spin around, expecting to see another headless doll on the bed, or the ghost of Valerie herself, sneering down at me with a pair of scissors in her hand.
But there is nothing ... nothing more than a heavy feeling of doom in my stomach.