Juelu got up rather late the next day. Dogs had been barking all night, making it impossible to sleep. And then there was Silas-the guy had been sleepwalking!
He had also cried in his sleep, leaving his pretty face a tear-streaked mess and melting her heart. It reminded her of the first time she had seen Silas. He had looked just like this then, like a stray kitten, nothing like an ice-cold secret agent.
"What's wrong, baby? What did you dream about?"
Silas frowned deeply and said nothing. Instead, he got out of bed and headed for the door. It was cool outside, but not cold, so he wouldn't catch a chill in his pajamas.
But Silas didn't have a habit of sleepwalking.
The strange happenings on this island remained unresolved, and the Tarot Cards she had drawn yesterday had foretold danger.
The Witch stopped him and shoved him back onto the bed, but Silas wouldn't stay put. Again and again, he tried to get up and walk outside.
"Who the hell is out there?"
After putting Silas back on the bed once more, the Witch strode to the door. She raised her Wooden Stick and struck, punching a hole through the wooden door to look outside.
She peered out, only to meet a blood-red eye peering in!
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
The Witch thrust her Wooden Stick through the hole again, but this time it hit nothing. There was no one outside.
Silas finally settled down, too.
"That really was a damn ghost."
And so the Witch hadn't slept well all night. She had listened to the island's dogs barking and cats yowling, each cry more miserable than the last.
She got up early that morning with dark circles under her eyes.
Silas asked in bewilderment, "Were you off sleepwalking