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Xander wrapped his arm around me and drew me out of its path. The phantom floated past us and through the wall. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief that was punctuated by a flash of lightning and another clap of thunder.
Tillit backed up and swept his wide eyes over the room. His face was a little pale and I noticed his hand that clutched the strap of his bag shook. “This is not good.”
Xander kept a tight hold on me as he looked over at Tillit. “What do you mean?”
Tillit swallowed the lump in his throat. “When somebody makes a phantom mad the phantom does some-” A screech like that of a banshee interrupted his words.
The sound cut through my ears and reverberated inside my head. I clapped my hands over my ears and cringed as my companions did the same. The phantom appeared t
