CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Uh oh. I immediately tossed Strike’s board aside and landed on the floor beside him.
“Strike?” I said, kneeling over him. “Strike, can you hear me? Strike?”
I checked his pulse and sighed when I felt it pumping as strong as ever. I had been worried that the fall might have killed him, but it looked like it just knocked him out. That was the good news.
The bad news was that his Control Crown was still blinking, which meant it was still active, which meant that Strike was still under Longworth’s control. But not for long. I reached over to remove the Control Crown, my fingers nearly brushing its metallic surface—
Suddenly, it became hard to breathe. My heart burned and I couldn’t get any oxygen. I looked down at my chest to see one of Phaser’s ghostly hands sticking t
