Michaela’s head rolled back and forth against the headrest of her chair. She couldn’t keep her eyes open.

Gregory and the possessed townsfolk stood over her. Her arms and wrists were tied to the armrests. Her bare legs tied to the legs of the chair.

“I can’t believe how much of that tranquilizer we had to give her,” Gregory said.

“So, now what do we do?” Tirkan asked. Gregory’s lieutenant stood beside him in the body of the man Dawson. ...