have turned blood to ice. William's momentary fantasy of becoming her knight in shining armor was thrown to the wayside. The young woman was beyond any help he could offer, and it pained him to acknowledge that awful truth.
Sarah's brown eyes burned with possession. Madness emanated from every pore. She let out a chilling, high-pitched giggle and for the first time William noticed bits of dead leaf stuck in her thick brown hair.
Mrs. Nichols noticed his gaze and nodded to the window.
"She spends most nights out there ranging around like some animal. Father tried to follow her once, but she did not want the company."
William and Tamara glanced at one another, and he believed that in that moment their thoughts echoed one another. Father.
Their possessed father behaved in a manner quite similar to that of Sarah Nichols. Had they not confined him to his room, he, too, would probably be wandering the streets of London in search of his master. The siblings
