Griff

Back in the ballroom, worked quickly to untie his bindings. Everyone but Luna had left to answer the distress call, and she remained kneeling in the wreckage of the TV, her pupils aglow as though she was too busy seeing things through another pair of eyes.

What is up with the new university president? he wondered. I already didn’t trust her just based on the fact she’s too cheap to touch up her manicure. And now what, she’s in some kind of trance?

“Haven?” whispered, looking over to his bound, unconscious date. “Haven, are you okay?”

Wait, he’s possessed, too, isn’t he? asked himself. Maybe it’s better not to wake him.

To the witch’s surprise, Haven let out a low groan at the sound of his name.

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