“Ha-ha…” I took the latte she offered before asking, “Where are we going?”

“I thought we’d head over to Asheville,” she said. “Nothing left in Woodvine what with our waiting so long to go shopping.” She nudged me in the ribs.

“Fine,” I said, eager to get the whole thing over with. I picked up my wallet and cell, then headed for the door.

“Hang on,” Anamae said, taking my phone. “I found the coolest thing.” Her fingers bounced across the screen as she downloaded something. “Tell Me Moon,” she said, passing it back.

I glanced at the app she’d downloaded. “What’s it do?”

“It’s a lunar calendar.” She reached around me, opened the app, and then swiped through a few screens. “See, ten more days.”

I raised a brow, completely bewildered. “Ten more days for what?”

“Until the next full moon,” she said, equally confused.

“What’s happening then?” I asked, not sure what she was getting at.

Anamae’s eyes widened as she pulled me onto my bed. “What’s happening here? What’s happening with you?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” I said. “Are you off your meds?”

“I’m not kidding, Leath,” Anamae nervously said. “Victor said you were with some guy yesterday. Who was he?”

I stared at her, trying to piece together what she’d said. I vaguely remembered Victor giving me a ride home from school, which had to be wrong since I’d been riding with Anamae because he and I had broken up.

Why did I ride home with Victor?

“Was it James?” Anamae asked.

“James who?” I blankly asked.

“Come on,” Anamae said. When she realized I didn’t know who she was talking about, her voice took on a tone of disbelief. “You really don’t remember, do you?” She stood and paced the room, seeming more worried than I’d ever seen her.

“Seriously, are you feeling all right?” I asked.

Anamae grabbed my shoulders and shook me. “Try, Leath. Really try to remember.”

I shrugged out of her grasp. “How about you try to calm the crap down?”

She sank to the edge of my bed. “If you don’t remember who James is, don’t remember what he looks like, how are you going to know if he comes for you?”

Total confusion filled me as I stared at her.

“Leath, you told me about a boy named James. You are in love with him. He came to Woodvine once, and he tried to trick you into going away with him.”

“That’s quite an imagination you have there,” I said sarcastically.

Anamae raised her hands in exasperation, but then purpose showed in her expression. With resolve, she moved to my nightstand and jerked the drawer open. She rummaged around for a few seconds before placing a small vial into my hands.

“Know what this is?” she asked.