CHAPTER THIRTY
The house shook with the force of a thousand screaming souls. Between the screams and my heart pounding in my chest, it was a miracle I could hear anything at all, much less not have a heart attack on the spot.
With so many people in it, my cozy living room felt a little too cozy now. If all the pictures of my family on the mantel of my brick fireplace could see this moment and talk, I wondered what they would say. My mother would have pestered me to protect Malcolm. My father would have watched quietly with sad eyes. My uncle Roscoe would have cursed Wardell the hell out.
My heart broke at seeing Ant’ny’s face swirling with the yellow magic. I’d put him in danger a second time. It was my fault he was possessed.
“Ant’ny,” I said softly. “If you can hear me, fight the dem
