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Chapter Eighteen: EVPs in the Attic
Elijah The dust had settled in the attic but not on what had just happened. Anthony looked defensive and Mayah looked apologetic, and Jeremy looked like he wanted to punch Anthony. As for me, something that felt alarmingly like jealousy had reared its ugly head when I saw Tony lock lips with Mayah, and I had no idea why. I didn’t even want to think about it right then. What I needed, what we all needed, was to focus on the job. “What are you saying, Mayah? Is Frost… possessing him?” I asked. She shrugged and rubbed her mouth, as if she was trying to remove the feeling of Anthony’s kiss. “Something like that.” “And who is possessing you?” She narrowed her eyes at me. “Nobody can possess me. I just let the girl come through.” “What girl?” I fought to keep my tone even. Mayah
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