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“A hand touched my shoulder, shaking me. I was back on the bus. It was dark and warm and I just wanted to sleep, but Chloe kept shaking my shoulder. “Tori?” she whispered. “We’re at a truck stop. It’s Derek. He . . . he’s not feeling good. It could be the Change again. He needs to get off the bus. I’m going with him.” “Mmmph.” “Are you awake? Did you hear what I said?” “Yeah, yeah. Derek Changing. You going.” She said something else, but I was already drifting back to sleep. Then she was gone. I bolted upright in the pool house. Chloe had told me they were getting off the bus. Damn it! I’d screwed up.”

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Kelley Armstrong
Kelley Armstrong

Kelley Armstrong, born on December 14, 1968, is a renowned Canadian author. Her works span across various genres including horror, suspense, and fantasy, with her most famous series being 'The Darkest Powers'. more

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