Renée made eye contact with Phoebe and said, “I cannot protect all of us alone. We must pool our powers together. Release your magic now.”
Phoebe questioned her with a look and Tenskwatawa was beside her, holding her. He held her close and whispered above the praying. “Open the light in your hand.”
She closed her eyes and outside they could all hear a creaking sound as though the trees tried to uproot themselves and run away. The noise distracted her and all she could think of was the spirit’s tentacles reaching out to her like they had done to Mary, searching for them all, bringing with it sickness and death. A dark shadow fell over the wagon and Mr. Radley prayed louder, but still Phoebe’s magic would not come.
Renée kept her eyes closed and held tightly onto two of the Radley’s child
