Her scream tore through the café as her eyes switched to plain haunting white. She writhed violently but it did nothing to push away the fingers digging into her skull.

Cressa’s mouth moved, repeating chants I couldn't recognize or understand. It was probably one of those things pure instinct could not teach me.

The brunette stood ominously still even when a piece of a shadow crept from Becca’s temple to coil around her wrists.

It lasted only five minutes and then the once proud Becca ...