Chapter 22

I followed silently behind Ezra as he went to the back door, pulled out a lock picking kit and within seconds picked the lock. I crept in behind him silently as he opened the door and went to the alarm pad, disabling it with ease, closing the door behind us as we stood in the kitchen to let our eyes adjust.

“We’ll have to perform the ritual in his room, and we have to be quick about it. The longer it takes the higher the risk is of the morphling trying to jump from its current host and finding a new one.” Ezra explained as we slowly tiptoed through the bungalow-style home. “We’ll have to put a ring of salt around his bed, use holy oil and holy water along with prayer and recite it as we bind the morphling.”

“Whoa, prayer? Ezra, I don’t know any of that.” I hiss as a sliver of doubt and fear of this backfiring washed through me. Ezra reached into his pocket an