Ava
I blinked, my vision slowly coming back into focus. I was no longer in my childhood bedroom, but rather in Moonshine Manor; the parlor ceiling swam above me, and I realized I was lying on the floor. No fog anywhere to be found—just Chris’s face appearing in my line of sight, his brow furrowed with concern.
“Ava? Are you okay?” he asked, slipping a hand under my back and helping me to sit up.
I nodded, still feeling disoriented, although the thick fog that had entered my throat had seemingly dissipated—assuming it had ever even been there to begin with. “What happened?” I muttered, my voice froggy.
Fabian stepped forward and handed me a glass of water. “You passed out during the ritual. We couldn’t wake you up.”
I grabbed the water, drinking deeply. My throat felt cr
