Chapter 45

When he wasn’t under a spell, Darren hated them. When he was, he didn’t have the energy to hate them, but it all worked out the same. He was rendered useless, unable to feel anything properly or do anything correctly. His music jarred in the wrong places. His reactions were sluggish. And the only thing that simply would not be dislodged was the crippling, cruel knowledge that he was utterly, completely, and wholly pathetic for letting it happen.