Free Possess Me Please by S.K. Yule Page B

the pain of being ripped to shreds from the inside out seared through her. She cried out, even though no one would hear her. Darkness surrounded her soul, and each breath became more difficult, as though she was being suffocated.
    She was familiar with these feelings…the terror, the anguish, the anger. Stephen had gotten to her again, but this time she had no idea how. She had not invoked an invitation, and no soul should have been able to possess her. Yet, she was being possessed. She couldn’t survive this again. She wasn’t prepared. The scars from last time were still too raw, too deep.
    She fought, she cried out, she chanted the spell over and over that should have ejected him from her body, the one that had saved her last time.
    He didn’t budge. He surrounded her and continued trying to kill her. Stephen was going to take her body, and she wasn’t sure she could do anything about it. She struggled, fought harder, her soul seeped through Stephen’s dark one in various places, trying to escape, but he remained stronger. She was fading, her life force draining away.
    She was going to die.
    When all hope seemed lost, when she was about to throw in the towel, another presence slipped inside her—a comfortable presence, a presence that her soul migrated toward.
    An instant later, Stephen was yanked away from her soul and out of her body, his loud screech echoing through her ears. As she slipped into unconsciousness, an image of the man from her dreams flashed through her mind. Familiar and strong, he was protecting her.
    * * * *
    When Izzy hadn’t responded to Cyrus’s soft knocking, he’d pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dark, except for a faint flickering of light coming from the end of the bed. Izzy sat on the floor, surrounded by a circle of candles. He watched her for a few moments, wondering what she was up to. A grin tugged at his lips.
    Then his heart nearly stopped.
    The blackness of a Havoc spirit suddenly formed above Izzy’s head, then entered her.
    Rage singed Cyrus’s veins and throbbed with each heartbeat. His body would die if he was out of it for too long, but he wouldn’t hesitate. If he didn’t make it out in time, he’d get another damned body. Izzy didn’t have that option, and he wasn’t about to let a Havoc kill her.
    As he pushed through Izzy’s back, her screams of pain and fright shredded him, fueling his anger, and he wasted no time locating the Havoc. It was a strong spirit, and had nearly succeeded killing Izzy within the few seconds it had taken to appear.
    He swooped down on the bastard, jerking its black form away from Izzy’s light soul. She had one of the purest, most beautiful souls he had ever seen, although, to be fair, most of the souls he had seen were black and full of hatred, similar to the one attacking her now.
    Cyrus wrapped himself around the Havoc and ripped it from her body. If he were capable of grinning in his demon form, he’d be smiling ear to ear after hearing the way the asshole had screamed in fury over its unexpected eviction.
    He watched to make sure the spirit was gone before floating back to his body. He hadn’t been away for more than a couple of minutes, so his current body would survive. Unfortunately, he couldn’t kill Havocs. He could make their lives a living hell, though. If this one showed its ugly self again, he’d make sure to treat it to some serious pain.
    He blew out the candles, scooped Izzy off the floor, and carried her to the bed, where he laid her on top of the blanket. After that, he sat beside her, patiently waiting for her to wake up.
    Her brown eyes flew open a few moments later, and she sat up and sucked in a deep breath. As she clawed at her chest, tears escaped from the corners of her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
    Cyrus pulled her to him and rubbed her back in comforting circles. At least he hoped he was comforting her. “It’s okay, Izzy. You’re okay.”
    She pulled away from him and looked at