“Holy goddess.” Wendy’s fingers twitched in my hair.
But Toya just nodded. “As I read more about spirit walking, I learned about the Mara.” Toya wiped my arm and caused me to hiss again.
“The Mara?”
“It means bitter soul. It’s like what you explained. A lost soul, whether they lost themselves while they were still alive, or after they died, and they wander, looking for a life to take over. If you had read more about it all, you would have been prepared.”
“Hey now.” I pulled back, but she pushed me back down.
“Lay down. I want to check your head.” Toya pushed again and Wendy helped her part my hair. “Amy.” She hissed as she saw the damage.
I laid back down, but huffed out my breath. “I read that book, inside and out.”
“There were a few pages stuck together. I don’t know why.” Toya
