Mikaela groaned. Her head was pounding so hard she felt like she was going to vomit. She opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. It looked like there was a kaleidoscope of colour being reflected on the ceiling. But here was a lamp covered with a very colourful cloth on the bedside table.
Where am I? she asked herself.
She breathed in, and her nose twitched and she was surprised when her senses picked up on the scents of burning candles, incense and something she couldn’t identify. She could hear hushed voices too. And they were talking about her.
“You never listen to anything I tell you,” and older voice said. Mikaela rolled over and pushed to a sitting position slowly. She clutched her head with her hands.
God, it felt like someone was playing drums in her head. She took a
