Part 37
Calista’s POV
It’s so dark.
I blinked once, twice.
The light sneaked up on me and I turned my head away quickly, moaning.
My moans had caught someone’s attention and a body was leaning over me.
His blonde hair flopped over his eyes.
His eyes.
Purple eyes.
He looks like someone I know.
Someone I know…
“Now let’s see who has a way out Evan,” the man said, as I struggle to identify him with my blurred vision. What was his name? I strained to remember. My head just felt so fuzzy, I couldn't piece together any basic thoughts, let alone identify this mysterious assailant.
But why did it feel so important? I had seen him!
Think Calista! Think!
Another thought takes over and I pause.
He said…Evan…
“Evan!” I shouted.
My eyes jerk completely open before there is a searing pain in my arm and the world sinks into darkness once more.
YOU ARE READING
Cursed
FantasyCalista can read books. She can also read magazines. But, most importantly, she can read the future. After spending years trying to hide her ability, Calista is confronted by two new kids who recently moved to her neighborhood - Evan and Logan. Thes...
