“I saw them this morning and photographed them. Today they scared me.”
“Pack your things.”
“And go? At once?”
“Not that.” His voice smiled a little, although his silver-grey face was still sombre. “Rachel will come and get you and she’ll drive both of you to safety.”
“What about the others?”
“All they’ll see is this house dwindle into something normal. You, I think, are in danger.”
“I’ll make sure my phone is charged then. I’ll be ready.”
“I’m sorry.” He sounded lost and plaintive.
“Not your fault. Whoever’s killing this house—I hate them.”
That voice, so full of emotion, became fierce and comforting. “So do I. I’m glad you came here now. I’m glad you chose this door.”
“Bettina did. She should’ve been here by now.”
“She chose to unsee magic. I don’t know why.”
“But she still ch
