Fear and dread are small words to describe my emotions. A lump of painful anxiety was stuck in my throat. Eventually, my tightened chest muscles would give out, bearing one astonishing news after the other. My stomach turned. I am not sure which of the following disturbed me the most: I shared a few nights of passion with an imposter, possibly a demon. Or, the man who had protected me and I had begun to grow fond of was a malignant spirit. “Cass, are you okay?” Becky touched my arm. ...