Chapter 11
When Jessie returned to her body, she was surprised to find herself leaning against the door of the numberless room. Every joint in her body ached, and the cobwebs in the room felt as if they had managed to somehow creep into her head.
Slowly rising, she looked at her faux Rolex watch. She'd been in the room less than an hour, but things were different this time. She remembered walking through the misty forest as the leaves crackled beneath her feet. A mist lingered like the remnants of a dream high atop the farthest reaches of the oaks. It was so clear in her mind, she was sure it was a memory and not the vague residues of a dream. This time, Jessie knew she hadn't been alone. Grey eyes and that tall guy had met up with her on the outskirts of the Sacred Place.
"Sacred Place?" Jessie muttered, shaking her head.