The Crown Prince {The Unholy Trinity: Book II}

Waking up in my eight-year-old body is... bizarre. To say the least.

I lie there for a second, my heart hammering in my chest, feeling like I've been crammed into a too-small suit. It's not just the size of the bed, though that's throwing me off too. The sheets feel too big, the pillows too high. It's me. I'm smaller. Weaker. And-ugh-there's that nagging sensation of being powerless that comes with it. The urge to flip out is immediate, but I force myself to stay calm. Breathe. I've been through worse.

It takes a moment, but the memories come flooding back. The ritual. Raven, Constantine, the plan-trapping our consciousness into our younger selves, sending us hurtling back through time to fix everything we screwed up.

Guess it worked.