Chapter 98

Ophelia

Meanwhile Regina and Matteo snarled at everyone to continue, holding strong in their belief that the demons would soon be under their control. Before anyone could blink a dozen arms began pulling their way through the rift, clawing and scraping their way into the world.

“Control them Morningstar!” Lucille spat; her face strained.

Sterling’s father, Abraham, shouted. “They’re trying to break free of the circle!”

Screaming ensued along with pleas for my father to do something—anything to stop what was unfolding—but my father was gone.

“Atticus, do something.” My mother cried, her hair whipping around her shoulders. “Atticus?”

Lucille shouted, “He left, you stupid girl! He left us to the slaughter!”

My mother’s eyes began to glow, flaring with power that tinted the room in shades of emerald and gold. Rooted in place at her spot along the circle, she spread her hands out, palms facing upwards.

“Hold strong,” She shouted, past the hissing. “We can do this. Together we can force the