“Well, now what do we do?” Clarissa growled, staring out the door they’d just opened into the carport, and beyond it, the ocean.
“Another wrong turn?” Brett stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Yes.” She shook her head. “I swear, even when the house remains in the same form, it still moves.”
“Most likely it does,” he agreed. “It’s a lot more convoluted than either of its forms let on. Whatever these fools did to it…” she could feel him shake his head. “It’s a travesty both on the spiritual and physical plane.”
“Why Dr. Jordan, do you have sensitivities after all?”
“I suppose,” he said. “I’ve always had a feel for houses, but now is not the moment for that. Let’s try to find our friends, shall we?”
“If we can,” Clarissa said bleakly. “At the moment, that also
