Holly
Amara moaned. Holly gently laid May’s torso on the carpeting and moved to check on Amara. Her eyes fluttered open. “Oh, Mara, May is dead.” Her loud sobs resumed. Amara sat up and looked at her legs, her expression shocked when she saw the damage that had been done.
She looked at May, dazed. Her eyes turned back to Holly.
“Is it true, Holly? She’s gone?”
“Yes. I’m sure. She wasn’t strong enough to hold on through the possession, I’m guessing. Your spell worked; it’s gone.”
As if Amara didn’t believe what Holly told her, she scooted on the floor with her hands over to May’s body, wincing each time she moved her arm or her leg. Holly watched as the truth hit her; her face fell, and tears welled in her eyes.
“We’ve got to get out of here before the police come.” Holly looked
