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“Orion!” I yelled as he slumped over.
Ambigo and I caught him and pushed him back onto the couch. I tapped his face with my hand as Ambigo strode over to his desk where sat a glass of water. He returned and cupped the nape of Orion’s neck.
“Help me tip his head back,” he ordered me.
We tipped Orion’s head back and Ambigo poured some water down his throat. Most of it splashed down the front of Orion’s shirt. Orion coughed and his eyes fluttered open.
He blinked at us. “What. . .the hell. . .happened?” he gasped.
“You were taken over by the spirit that now resides within you,” a voice spoke up. We turned to find Bentley standing before her chair with her eyebrows crashed down and her lips pursed. She clutched her bag tightly in front of her. “It seeks to control you for some
