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"Judy."
I groan as somebody grabs my shoulders, shaking me awake.
"No," I mumble, pressing my face into the pillow.Â
Just five more minutes, let me go back to sleep.
"Get up," the person hisses.
Once my brain starts working and I recognize the voice, my eyes shoot open.
I'm staring right at Isabella, bent down to my sleeping bag.
"Oh my god."
She furrows her brows. "What?"
I look into her face, trying to find a hint to whether I'm still dreaming or not.
"You look like you've just seen a ghost."
"Are you real?"
Isa blinks a few times. "Yes?"
"Am I dreaming?"
"I highly doubt it."
"That's not a definite answer."
She rolls her eyes. "You're not dreaming, you are awake. And you need to get up now."
I look around and recognize the hotel's basement. No more bedroom action.
Okay but I have to do just one more test.
"Can you take off your shirt?"
