*Sasha*
A hand on my arm pulled me from a trembling, sweaty nightmare.
“Sasha sweety?” Lucas murmured, stroking my arm up and down.
When I opened my eyes, he took my hand, threading his fingers through mine.
“Lucas,” I croaked. “She was here–that old priestess.”
“I know.” Lucas looked away from me, shame written on his face. “She disguised herself somehow, I think using magic. We all thought she was the doctor. I should have known better.”
“Lucas, I thought she was a doctor too… until her eyes changed,” I sighed, squeezing his hand.
Lucas shook his head. “This is a bad development. I… I need to talk to Brady. You just rest.” He smoothed the sweaty hair off my face. “How’s the head?”
I turned my head this way and that. “Well, whatever she did, whatever evil she might have in mind for the future, I think she did actually cure my concussion.”