The front door of the house swung open.
Impenetrable darkness filled the entry. A burning odor drifted out on a wave of heat and haze. A musty, earthy scent followed, and then the doorway exhaled stray winds.
Grudge smiled. “See? Father doesn’t even know we were gone.”
“I’m so hungry.” Venge looked at Drew and parted her lips, uncovering her teeth.
“There’s no time.” Nameless pointed east. Glimmers of dawn already brightened the sky, deepening the silhouettes of trees and houses. “Drew made us late. Let’s go while the door’s open.”
“No. I’m hungry, and I want him,” Venge said.
“Then you shouldn’t have argued so much about which way to go. Now the sun’s almost rising,” Grudge said.
“You argued too. Both of you! If you’d listened to me, we could’ve gone to the cemetery and gotten here
