Having my demon so quiet felt very disorienting. So was being physically exhausted, my muscles tired and almost bruised. I'd pretty much recovered from the attack by the Chosen, but this brought the whole thing back again.

My demon took me over and used my body for who knew what.

I rushed to the house, wet feet aching as they slid over the porcelain tile, desperate for Mom's help. I felt her frantic touch even before I reached the back door. The weight of her emotions ...