Two estranged sisters must use their paranormal gifts to prove themselves innocent when a college student goes missing.
Having escaped her dysfunctional past, Jess has been quietly enjoying her normal college experience. But all that changed the ni...
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Jess stumbled, her body colliding with someone else as the crowd sang and danced together. She felt the drink in her hand get crushed, spilling its contents down her legs and onto her scruffy trainers.
'Isn't this great?' Daryl shouted in her ear, the sound of the DJ drowning out his words for anyone but Jess.
'I'm going to get a drink,' she yelled back.
Daryl nodded and kept dancing whilst Jess squeezed through the crowd and back to the pop up bar. She tossed her paper cup in the basket and took a breath.
Her head felt fuzzy and her feet zigzagged over the grass. There was a defending ring in her ears that meant she'd stood too near the speakers for too long.
'Another Vodka and lemonade,' she slurred to the boy who wasn't much older than her behind the bar.
'Sure thing.'
Jess grabbed hold of the makeshift bar, finding it difficult to stand. She couldn't remember how many drinks she'd gotten through, only that it was more than she would normally have.
Her feelings towards her sister were fueling her reckless behaviour. She wanted to just be a normal college student who didn't have a dysfunctional sister for a change. She wanted to go back to the way things were before Ash had shown up.
The music was less deafening by the bar, but it was still making her head pound. She screwed her eyes shut as the DJ let loose the strobe lighting. It flashed across her eyelids, making her feel lightheaded.
She staggered away from the bar, her hand pressed firmly against her mouth. The strobe lighting was an ineffective means of lighting her way, but she didn't have the coordination to get her phone out of her pocket, and she was growing desperate.
At the edge of the field, she lost the battle with her rolling stomach. Her throat burnt and tears leaked from the corner of her eyes as she heaved.
She used the tall bushes to steady herself and wiped her mouth as best she could when her stomach was finally empty. The ringing in her ears was worse, and that made her temples throb with renewed vengeance.
'Stupid idea, Jess,' she criticised herself. 'You could have been tucked up in bed. But no, you had to get Ash out of your head. And look at how that's working out for you.' She hung her head, feeling truly awful.
A pale face stared at her through the hedge and she stumbled back. Her heart hammered in her veins and she flinched, waiting for an attack that never came. When she opened her eyes, the face was gone, but her heart didn't stop racing.
She shook her head. After all those defence moves Ash had taught her as a child, she flinched and closed her eyes at the first sign of danger.
