18
Possessed
The familiar, paradoxical feeling of lightness and heft filled my hand: Tangwystl. I wrapped my fingers around her hilt.
I didn’t think how, I just turned instinctively to the threat…only I turned to Alex, not Ophelia. His eyes blazed purple, and the tattoo on his back shone so brightly that I could see the shimmer when facing him head on.
Bad. Very bad.
I was trapped in the corner with not even a window exit. Ophelia had retreated to the hallway, but she hadn’t left. She watched, waiting for…what, exactly?
Alex’s features hardened, his lip lifted, and he groaned. It wasn’t even Alex’s voice, but a disgusting, perversion of the deep, sometimes gruff voice I knew.
“Alex?”
“It can’t speak. It feels. Hungers, lusts, hates. But the thing inside him can’t speak.” Ophelia di
