Garamanthus was in full control of Becca, but her vision wavered. The events of the day began to simmer across her field of vision as if her reality were soup.
"No," Garamanthus said. "No!"
The demon’s voice banged around in her head as her body stumbled backward, onto a couch.
"What"s happening?" she asked.
Who was the man at the door?
Someone called him by his name. JoJo?
The man Cyrus had made a deal with.
Catalina. The woman Kirk had made a deal with.
Her heart pounded and her vision rippled.
"You will pay for this!" Garamanthus cried.
“I am not a commodity," Becca said in her mind. "I"m not an object. I"m tired of people deciding my fate without my consent! I"m tired of it!"
She screamed. Her voice ping-ponged around her mind, but then she realized that she was screaming in
