A pale-faced Thunder burst through the dining-room door with a five-foot-long wooden staff in her hands.
“We’ve got company,” she warned.
She threw the staff across the room toward Maeve who caught it gingerly in one hand just as she stood from her seat at the opposite side of the long table.
“I don’t see why you look so surprised, Sarah, when I’ve been telling you trouble was coming all morning,” Maeve replied in that all-knowing tone she had.
“Seers,” Thunder sighed. “This is why I never throw you a surprise party...”
Sam was also quick to rise to his feet. He crossed the length of the rectangular room and moved over to Thunder’s side while she peeked through the c***k in the door that she’d left open.
“What are we dealing with?” he asked.
“Three nasty looking horrors,” she report
