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“What?” I call after her.

Over her shoulder, she says, “Mac, watch out for her.”

I look around and reply, “Watch out for who?”

“The girl with two faces,” Faith explains, climbing into the SUV.

I look around but don’t see any girl. When I see her shut the door, I yell, “Wait, I want to come with you.”

I move toward the SUV.

“No!” she exclaims, putting a hand up and motioning me to stop. “She needs you.”

“No, I want to go with you,” I yell.

“You can’t.” She smiles and gives me a little wave. “Remember the girl with two faces.”

“Faith! Don’t go,” I say, panicked.

Then she’s gone.

Darkness washes over me, and my cheek suddenly starts to burn.

“Mac!” a woman’s voice calls out.

I bolt up in a panic but collide with something or someone.

“Fuck!” I grunt.

“Mac, please wake up,” the woman says, sounding frantic.

I rub my eyes, trying to get them to focus on whoever is straddling me.

“What?” I say, groggy.

“Mac, you had a bad dream.” Recognizing the woman’s voice this time.

Rubbing my eyes a bit more, I finally get them to focus and see Raydene looking freaked out. She moves to my side, sitting on her knees like she’s ready to pounce if she needs to escape.

I sit up, scooting back to rest against the headboard. Thinking about my dream, I run my hands through my dampened hair.

Fucking Faith.

Faith likes to haunt me. Her beautiful face, soft voice, those words, and leaving in the car. Fuck!

“Did I hurt you?” I ask, my voice dry and hoarse.

She smiles softly. “No, you were just calling out to someone.”

Yeah, my dead sister.

I tease, “DamnDean.” Trying to lighten the mood, I rub my jaw and ask, “Did you hit me?”

Her smile slips. “What did you call me?”

I explain to her with a smirk. “You know, like damn, girl, but I used your name Ray-Dene. Get it, DamnDean?”

She stares at me for a beat before taking a deep breath.

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