May was writing frantically now. Tears were falling from Faye’s eyes as she began to recite the odd words.
I felt a slashing pain in my head, at the same instant as everyone else did as well. People were pressing their temples with their hands when the odd words snaked into our minds, pulling us towards May.
Nothing could save May now. One of us would have to touch her, and let Melwas take over our minds, or the little girl would die. But everyone seemed immobilised by the pain. Even Faye was retching while she whispered the words.
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