SWITCHED

"Why do you hate me so much and love him?"
Night's voice trembled as he caged her in his arms.

Sandra flinched. The warmth of his touch, the fury in his gaze — they weren’t hers to feel.

"Look," she snapped, pushing against his chest, "I don’t know who he is, so I don’t love him. And I don’t love you either."

That seemed to satisfy Night. He stepped back with a smirk. What the hell?

Sandra was trapped in the body of the girl she had seen in her dreams for months — and she had no idea how or why.

But if she was in this girl's body…
Where was the soul that belonged here?