Atticus
I shift my eyes back and forth, looking for Atticus, but there's no sign of him.
I don't know what the hell Mrs. Stephens is doing, but it's working. She's shouting her words, chanting them louder and louder, shaking the vile of black liquid in the air. I can actually feel the negativity being forced out of the room. The room is still smoky but it feels lighter somehow-even though it's nighttime, it's not as dark as it usually is. Like a million pounds of heavy steel has been lifted from the entire house.
I'm still holding Candice close me, hoping she stays still and doesn't fight anymore. When I feel her arm around my waist, I look down to see two amazing blue eyes smiling up at me. She's b
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