CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ant’ny dug his palms into his forehead, grimacing and yelling.
“I can’t turn it off,” he said, tears in his eyes. “I can’t stop seeing.”
I laid him down.
“It’s going to be all right,” I said. “Close your eyes and take a deep breath. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
I crossed his hands over his chest as he closed his eyes, pressed on them as he breathed in and out in a ragged cadence. He relaxed somewhat, but he wouldn’t stop shaking. Moonlight slanted across his face, casting his skin in a navy hue.
Inside, I was freaking out. I had never seen anything like this before in all my years practicing the dark arts. Worst of all, whatever curse Ant’ny was fighting had probably been meant for me. I cursed Natkaal under my breath. I’d pissed that grasshopper demo
