With a gasp, Sera awakened. She bolted upright. Had she fallen?
“What? Where are you? I can’t—”
Moonlight filtered through white lace curtains and painted patterns of golden white light on the pale blue carpeting
No fog.
No snakes.
Someone shrieked.
Jazz!
A dog barked, followed by gales of little girl laughter.
Sera rolled off the bed, reaching for her robe, but it lay balled up at the foot of the bed, a sodden mess of white chenille.
Quickly, she grabbed the first things she came across in her dresser drawer. As she pulled on a pair of black yoga pants and a pale gray T-shirt, more laughter echoed from the guestroom, calming her nerves enough to stop her hands from shaking. If Jazz was laughing, she probably wasn’t in danger. The slippers were soaking wet, but Sera jammed her feet into them anyway and walked across the room as quietly as possible so she wouldn’t wake Connor. Maybe now was a good time to have a heart to heart with the little rug rat and try and make sense of all that had happened. Not that she had any idea how a four-year-old would have answers for her.