Wake up, December Worth, said a voice. Wake up and tell me everything. December’s eyes snapped open. The redhead Brianne stood beside her bed, hanging over her. Had she been the one who spoke? She was watching December intently. “What the hell are you doing?” December demanded. She guessed this wasn’t the reaction Brianne expected. She jolted away in shock. “N-nothing. You were making noises. I thought you were having a bad dream.” Had December talked in her sleep? Her jaw ached like she’d been clenching it. God, she hoped she hadn’t said anything she shouldn’t. “Just stay away from me,” she said, covering alarm with anger. “Sure.” Brianne retreated nervously, fingers clutching her dainty gold necklace. “No problem.” December heard the girl get back into her own bed. She looked at her night table. The apple Brianne had given her earlier sat there. Maybe because there wasn’t much light in the dormitory, the places she’d bitten looked like they had turned black.
