out.
We all moved at once, each grabbing a bit of Raphael to hold him still as he thrashed. He jerked so hard that the bed nearly flipped.
I cringed as he convulsed. This wasnât right. âDoes this happen every time you give him a shot?â
âNo.â She blinked twice. âIt must be the holy water.â
It took a few minutes for the convulsions to stop, but we kept holding him, unsure what was going to happen next.
The silence in the room was nearly deafening. And then it came.
At first, I thought it was just another rattle in Raphaelâs breath, but it wasnât. The sound built into a soft, slow laugh. Slimy energy ran against my skin. We all let go. I didnât want to touch anything he was touching.
âHeâs already mine.â The rasping voice sounded like sandpaper on a chalkboard. It made my teeth hurt.
That wasnât Raphael. Not even a little bit. His skin was turning gray, and his eyes had gone from bloodshot to red.
Yvonne knocked into the chair behind her as she crossed herself and started praying.
âHeâs mine. Words canât protect you.â
The demon had full control over my cousin. How was I going to tell Claudia about this? For the first time, I wasnât sure if her twin could be saved.
Dr. Gonzales stared down at Raphael. âI think if Iââ She turned to me. âWatch him.â Her voice was clipped, but held a hint of power as she gave the command. âIâll be back.â
âSure,â I said, although I wasnât sure what else I could do but wait.
Raphael sat up, and we all moved as one to pin him down again. He snapped his teeth at Elsa, and she dodged out of the way. Her face paled as she glanced down at her arm.
âDid he bite you?â Shane asked.
âNo. No.â Her voice was wobbly. âHe missed.â
âDoctor!â I yelled. âBring some rope when you come back.â
She rushed back into the room. âAlready on it.â She moved around us, setting up the medical restraints and strapping Raphael down. He hissed and clawed. Yelled things that made even my ears bleed.
By the time she was done, we all stood a few feet from the bed watching Raphael. He strained against the bonds, but couldnât get free. If he got loose, he could probably infect others, and I didnât want to imagine what that would do to the pack at this point. It couldnât be allowed to happen.
âAre you going to try another dose?â I asked.
âNo. Whatever was done to him, heâs still human. Iâve already pushed his limits farther than Iâm comfortable with.â
âSo what now?â I asked.
âWe pray,â Yvonne said as she pulled a rosary from her pocket.
âPray?â That seemed like the least helpful thing to do right now.
âWe have to wait for Claudia and have faith that sheâll get back in time to save him.â
âBut thatâs going to take time.â I tried to keep my cool, but I couldnât stop the urge to head down the feral cages and punch those witches in their faces for this. How could they do this to a member of their own coven? âHis skin is gray, his lungs are rattling, and it looks like heâs lost ten pounds since yesterday. He wonât last days.â
âDo you have a better idea?â Shane asked. He crossed his tattooed arms, and his biceps strained against his T-shirt.
âNot yet.â But we had to do something. âWhat are our options?â I asked Dr. Gonzales.
She shook her head. âLike Yvonne said, pray. Have faith that Claudia gets back in time.â
I chewed on my lip as I thought. âWhat if we move him closer to Claudia?â
âHow? He canât fly like this. What if he starts convulsing? What if he gets loose? The plane would crash and thenâ¦â Dr. Gonzalesâ words trailed off. âNo. We wait. In the meantime, Iâll do everything I