Chapter 107

Claire caught his low murmur. That tone... did he know something she didn’t? She tilted her head up to look at him. "Don't give me that look, you're messing with my focus," Julian said as he gently pressed her head back around with his large hand. "..." What kind of look did she even give him? Claire could practically feel the teasing dripping from his words. Sighing inwardly, she turned her attention back to what was going on in the next room. Margaret had just gotten up, looking a mess with dirt on her face, desperation written all over as she pleaded with Dorothy, "Please save my daughter! I’ll do anything—just please save her!" Dorothy didn’t say a word. Her expression twisted with pain, as if she were possessed. Her body jerked uncontrollably while the wooden plaques on the wall started rattling louder. One of them snapped clean in half with a loud crack, the Buddha statue on the altar shattered, and the lights in the room flickered and shook violently. Then a chilling, distorted