Anthony sat tensely on the worn couch, his hands clenched in his lap, eyes fixed on Raine across the room. The air was heavy with a sense of urgency as Raine knelt beside Kathy, summoning every ounce of strength and power she possessed. Her lips moved rapidly, barely audible, as she sought to bridge the divide between the spirit world and the living, desperate to keep Kathy’s soul tethered to her body.
Kathy lay sprawled on the rug, her skin pale, her breathing shallow. A cold sweat drenched her forehead and matted her hair, evidence of the intense supernatural battle raging within her. Raine’s hands hovered over her, glowing faintly as she whispered words of power. Each utterance seemed to drain Raine further, but she refused to stop, her focus unwavering.
Finally, Raine’s voice faltere
