"Good. You're doing good, Atticus," Bentley told him. "Keep fighting it,"
Atticus trembled above her. Although the rush of magic and memories was enough for him to regain consciousness at first, it couldn't keep the surging tides at bay. Wave after wave overcame him as he desperately struggled to keep his head above the surface. White light continued to flicker over his golden eyes, relentless in its quest to overtake him once again.
Seizing the opportunity, Bentley flipped Atticus over so he was pressed into the rocks. Then a set of red cords shot out of her fluttering white sleeve, wrapping tightly around his wrists to keep him pinned down while he struggled. If they were in any other sort of situation, he would be incredibly annoyed by this action of hers. However, desperate times called for desperate measures, so he didn't resist.