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next thing I knew, someone was shaking me, and a shout was echoing in my ears. I had a feeling it had come from me. Disoriented, I sat up, my heart thrumming in my chest.
    “Sophie?” Jenna was sitting next to me on the bed, her eyes wide.
    “What happened?” I asked, my voice husky. The room was darker than it had been when I’d laid down, and for just a second, I thought I was back at Hex Hall.
    “You must have been having a nightmare. You were yelling. Screaming, actually.”
    Well, that was embarrassing. And also weird. I never had nightmares, not even after all that had happened last semester. I searched my brain for any image or memory from the dream, but it was like my head was stuffed with cotton. All I could remember was that I had been running, that I’d been scared of…something. Weirdly, my throat was aching too, like I’d been crying. Other than that, all I was left with was that same feeling of dread I’d felt on the ferry, and a strange odor in my nostrils.
    Smoke.
    I took a deep breath, but even the sunshine smell of my sheets couldn’t block the acrid stench.
    I tried to smile. “I’m fine,” I said. “Just a stupid dream.”
    Jenna looked less than convinced as she wrapped her arms around her knees. “What was it about?”
    “I don’t really know,” I told her. “I was running, I think, and there was a fire somewhere nearby.”
    Jenna twirled her pink streak. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”
    “It wasn’t, but the feeling that came with it…” I shuddered, remembering that awful sense of loss. “It’s like I was scared, obviously, but I was also sad. More than sad. Devastated.” Sighing, I leaned back against the headboard. “I felt something similar when we left Hecate. Like, I had this super-strong sense that we’d never go back there. Not all three of us, at least.”
    One of my favorite things about Jenna is that she’s pretty much unshockable. Maybe that comes with being a vampire, or maybe she was that way before she changed.
    Either way, she didn’t freak out about my maybe being psychic all of a sudden. She just chewed her thumbnail with a thoughtful expression before saying, “Is that a demon power? Seeing or sensing the future?”
    “How the heck would I know? Alice was the only demon I’ve ever been around. The only thing she seemed to do that regular witches don’t is suck people’s blood, and that’s not particularly impressive. No offense.”
    “None taken. Well, maybe you could ask your dad. Isn’t that the point of this vacay? Learning what it means to be a demon?”
    I made a noncommittal sound, and Jenna wisely dropped the subject. “Okay, so you had a dream about fire and possibly a psychic sense that we’re all going to die in England.”
    “I feel so much better now; thanks, Jenna.”
    She ignored me. “Maybe it doesn’t mean anything. Sometimes dreams are just dreams.”
    “Yeah,” I agreed. “You’re probably right.”
    “And if those are the only weird things that have happened to you lately, then why…” She trailed off at the expression on my face. “Those aren’t the only weird things that have happened.”
    At that moment, all I wanted to do was slide back down and pull the covers over my head. Instead, I told Jenna about seeing Elodie.
    And apparently, that was the one thing that could surprise Jenna. “She looked at you? Like, right at you?”
    When I nodded, Jenna blew out a long breath, ruffling her bangs. “What did Mrs. Casnoff say?”
    I fidgeted. “I, uh, haven’t exactly told her yet.”
    “What? Soph, you have to tell her. That could mean something, and after Alice…Look, I get that living in the regular world for so long gave you major trust issues, but you don’t need to keep any more secrets from Mrs. Casnoff. Or me.”
    There was that familiar stab of guilt again. Jenna and I had never really talked about it, but we both knew that if I had just told someone about seeing Alice, then Jenna might never have