Haylie POV
I awoke from a deep sleep, jolted by the sound of two chattering voices. Frowning, I pushed myself upright and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The cold floor sent a shiver up my spine, making me rub my arms for warmth.
The voices carried on, faint but unmistakable, and a sinking feeling formed in my stomach. Who could it be? Was JC on the phone, or was someone here with him?
With deliberate quietness, I tiptoed to the door and slipped out of the room. Moving cautiously down the hallway, I followed the sounds until I reached the kitchen. Stopping in the doorway, I froze.
Standing there, speaking to JC, was a young woman with dark brown hair and nearly black eyes.
She turned to look at me, startled, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. I recognized her immediately—the girl I'd seen with Liam at school. The girl who had stolen my face.
"Melody," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
