At the sound of her panicked desperation, the shadows wavered slightly... and then completely disappeared. A dark look passed over Calum's face, and he scowled as the magic vanished as quickly as it had appeared. For a second, he seemed ready to call it back, but then the moment was gone, and the look that passed over his face was suddenly wide-eyed confusion. The look of someone else entirely.

"Oh god," Josiah murmured, backing away from Amy. The confusion quickly turned into guilt, even as the magical backlash caused him to start to shake. He fumbled for the key in his pocket and threw it at Amy. "Get the hell out of here... before he..."

What had he been thinking? He should have told Amy to stay out, that this was too dangerous. She could have been seriously hurt or worse. Fuck.