“Open this door!” Eloise screeched, banging on the bedroom door. “Right now!”
I bolted up straight, covered in the sweat of a stressful sleep. Was the house burning down? Despite the lack of fire alarms and general panic, it had to be. Why else would Eloise be trying to break the windows with that pitch?
Looking at the chair shoved at an angle against the door, blocking the handle, I groaned and flopped back down.
I had wondered how long it would take. A week and a half, that had to be some sort of record.
“Go away,” I grumbled, rolling over and pulling the sheet over my head. It was way too hot underneath and did jack all to block out the light but it made me feel better about the demon at my door for some reason.
“So help me, mutt.” Eloise sucked in a loud breath. No doubt look
