CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Elisa’s wide stare darts from the door to me, her hand pressed tightly to her chest. “Are you expecting someone?”
“No.” My heart thuds as loud as each bang.
“Do burglars knock?” Her voice is a hissing whisper.
“I don’t think so.” They probably don’t psychically scrub a place of energy either. Would a supernatural being knock? My breathing is as rapid as my heartbeat. I don’t want to open the door. “Maybe it’s that guy? Sam’s brother?”
“Why would he come here?” she asks.
“I don’t know.”
I had dropped to the floor beside Elisa at the first sound, both of us making our bodies small, as if to hide from whoever was out there. I straighten. What happened to the dynamic, angry Mig I’d sworn to be? I stand up and blow out a long breath. “Who is it?”
“Yoohoo, Margaret! I
