Shrieks filled the Murky Cauldron, sending shivers through Tansy’s body and jerking her from her research. She bolted from her chair, the books she studied tumbling to the floor in her haste, and raced from the backroom, Famallumi on her heels. Panic gripped her heart, fearing Kayla had returned, or worse, another demon possessed Wanda. When they reached the older woman, she was down on her knees, clutching at her chest with one hand and the glass counter with the other. Her wire-rimmed glasses rested askew on her face, her eyes pinched shut in terror.
“Wanda!” Tansy reached the older witch, dropping to her knees as she reached out to clasp the woman’s arm. “What’s wrong? What happened?” White Goddess, don’t let it be another demon.
Wanda answered with another scream, this one toppling her over to her side as she clutched her chest now with both hands. “Make it stop,” she wheezed. “Make it stop. It hurts. Oh god, it hurts.”