Lilly

It’s been days, and Bastian is still sleeping.

Nothing anyone does will wake him.

I’m beginning to lose hope that he ever will.

Every day, I sit with Bastian, and I give him bed baths. I make sure to keep his lips moist, so they don’t get chapped.

Each night, I lay beside him, his hand in mine, and I pray that he’ll wake tomorrow.

Lorcan hasn’t awoken in Luther’s body either. My mother stays with him in the next room, where they moved him the day I returned.

I don’t understand what went wrong, but my father warned me that the Call of Prescha was not a good thing. It would only ever cause devastation. This is the price we have paid for Shayla invoking such a spell.

I gave everyone the short version