Chapter 112 TREED

Millie's POV

The world is fuzzy.

My body is one big throbbing pulse point of misery from the rapid shift. I blink. I blink again.

I'm lying face down in a pile of leaves that the wind has banked up around the base of an old oak tree. I have no idea how in the hell, or rather what in the hell, I'm...

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