Something was very, very wrong. Though Juniper didn't want to believe it, maybe this guy was telling the truth. Maybe he was a vampire. Because she was sure that no normal human could have this kind of control. Not one that looked as young, if not younger than herself. She'd been dabbling since before she could talk. No one had more experience than she did. And no one's voice had ever sounded so seductive, at least, out loud. This whole him being in her brain was far too new for her liking. Even Dylan hadn't gotten this close.

She was following him into the shadows now, something far stronger than herself controlling her movements, and Juniper's breath sped up, causing her chest to heave, fear starting to whittle away at the need that she wasn't entirely sure was hers. She clung to that, tried to use it to pull out of what was happening, to return to her body back safe in London, but for the first time, she couldn't pull out.

That was when she realised, she wasn't in a vision. This was real, and she was now trapped. And she couldn't even panic properly.