The Price of Power (The Price of Secrets Series Book 2) by Ashley Drake Page B

Sometimes I think that it’s trying to drive me crazy.” She choked off her words. I could tell that she thought she had said too much. She took a deep breath and stood up, smoothed back her hair with one hand, and threw away the shards of glass into the trashcan with the other. “We should get back to work.”
     
     I half paid attention to the assignment while the other half of me tried to see Megan’s thoughts. Mostly she was trying to focus on our work, but every now and then past events of havoc caused by this living impaired would pop into her subconscious.
        She was right, it had been going on for years. I saw her as young as eight years old in some of her memories. He has even entered her dreams, whispering words of vile hatred, turning her dreams into bloody, violent acts of nightmares. I also saw that the sweet girl I used to know was still in there, deep down, along with a tug of war of right and wrong.
        “What’s it’s name?”
        She stared at me for so long, I wondered if she had even comprehended what I had asked. I was about to repeat myself, when she finally spoke.
         “Mikah.”
                        
     
         ...How I was able to help finish the project is beyond me, but we did it. I wonder if it wasn’t just a coincidence that Megan picked that particular story to do our project on. Maybe she can kinda relate to it. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I really think I need to help Megan! I saw all the damage that thing has done to her. Megan thinks it’s trying to drive her crazy, but I think that this Mikah guy is trying to turn her mean, evil even. I don’t understand why though. I mean, I’ve met living impaireds that have been mischief, down right hateful even, but never have they tried to change me. For the better or worse, they’ve never tried to alter who I am. What if this is why she has changed so much? Her bitchiness might not even be her fault. She has nobody to turn to, her family doesn’t even believe her. I can’t imagine what that’s like. I will need help on this, well I want it, if I need it or not. That guy gave me the serious creeps. I’m sure Daniel will help me. Jaycee, on the other hand, is a different story. Trying to convince her will be worse than having a root canal. I know that I’m not Megan's biggest fan, but Jaycee despises her right down to the core.
     
                         
        “I didn’t know that Daniel was stopping by.” Mom said as she looked out the front window and saw him pulling into the driveway.
        “He just dropped by for a minute. He’s not even coming inside. I’m just gonna go out and talk to him about what happened at Megan’s tonight.”
        I had told my parents the story, leaving out the shape changing and scaring me half to death part. They worry enough about me, why add to it?
        “Hannah, it’s too cold to sit outside. Take him into the kitchen and talk if you want some privacy. There’s fresh coffee if he wants some.”
        Knowing that Mom wouldn’t take no for an answer, I went to the door and motioned Daniel to come inside. Once we were in the kitchen, and I had poured us both a cup of coffee, I told him about my encounter at Megan’s house.
        “That must have been when I got a text from you that had random letter and numbers on it. I thought you were just doing it to avoid talking to Megan or something.” He was sitting on a bar stool at the island and pulled me in between his legs to hug and hold onto me. “My A~li~si told me stories about the Nun-Yunu-Wi, it’s a spirit demon that hunts humans. What is in Megan’s house could be something similar. I want you to promise me that you will be careful and that you won’t go back over there by yourself.”
        With me standing and him sitting, I was able to wrap my arms around him and lay my head on his shoulder easily. “I will promise you that I