Ivonne’s POV

Lora went still, her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open in a perfect 'o'. "Lora?" I called her name in question and waved a palm over her face to see if her gaze would follow my fingers.

It didn't, instead she dropped to a seating position with a flop, her hair flaring up and she bounced on the cushion due to force, nonetheless her expression remained the same.

"Lora?" I called again, grabbing her by the arms and shaking her. Her body and head moved, but her facial features seemed frozen, unmoving, as if they were molded in place."

After a few tries, I moved my head...