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there around eight. Ethan, Richard, Chelsea, you all make sure you<br />

thoroughly ground yourselves. I don’t know how tonight is going to<br />

affect any of us, but you need to make sure you’re protected.”<br />

Daisy ordered a few pizzas for us, and while we waited for<br />

them to arrive, we moved into their living room to put on the TV<br />

and pretend we weren’t terrified about what was going to happen in<br />

a few hours. Susannah retreated to whatever room she’d stayed in<br />

the night before, which I was grateful for. It would have been way<br />

too hard to ground and focus while I was staring at her.<br />

After we’d downed a few slices each, Craig came around to<br />

each of us with a cross on a thick string. “If you don’t believe, then<br />

this won’t have any power. But if you believe in the strength of the<br />

Lord, it will keep the devil and his minions at bay.”<br />

“Are you Christian, Craig?” asked Ethan.<br />

“No, I’m not. But I’ve seen too much to kid myself into<br />

believing there’s not something bigger than us working out there.”<br />

Craig placed the wooden cross in his palm.<br />

I closed my hand around the cross once he handed it to me.<br />

I was sure what I believed in, but I definitely put some kind<br />

of stock in the crosses and something bigger. I draped it around my<br />

neck and tucked it inside my shirt. It made a weird bulge beneath<br />

the green striped fabric, but I felt some comfort in feeling it resting<br />

against my chest.<br />

“I have these for you, too, Chels.” Gunner reached into his<br />

pocket and produced two big chunks of black stone. “<strong>The</strong>y’re<br />

obsidian. <strong>The</strong>y repel negative energy.”<br />

“Where did you get these?” I asked. <strong>The</strong> stones were hot<br />

when he dropped them into my palm.<br />

“I bought them when Mom left. Don’t worry, I cleaned them.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y’re fine to use.”<br />

This immense affection for my brother overtook me and I<br />

pulled him in for a hug. “You’re the best little brother ever.”<br />

“Stop. Don’t be weird.” He wriggled out of my grasp. “But<br />

remember what I said, okay? You can do this.”<br />

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