“I’ve got you; it’s me.”
Seth stood right in front of Edith, his eyes darting frantically over her pale face. This was the second time he had seen her possessed, and it left him utterly bewildered. There had been no apparent trigger, nothing to explain why it had happened again.
“Save Edith.”
Seth froze. The voice that escaped Edith’s lips wasn’t hers. A presence—something else—was speaking through her, pleading with him to protect her.
“From who?” Seth asked cautiously.
“Cold-blooded.”
Before he could get any more answers, Edith’s eyes fluttered open. Her body felt like ice in his arms, her face drained of all colour. Seth laid her back on the bed, tucking the blankets around her in an attempt to warm her up.
A few minutes later, Edith stirred. Every inch of her body ached, stiff a
