Kason slammed the front door shut on the sound of retreating footsteps laced between the shrieking wind. Neither of us moved for the longest time, listening, waiting for something more to happen, wondering what the hell we were supposed to do now. But finally the chill in the house was too much to bear, and my teeth had about chattered down to the gums.
Kason propped his shotgun against the hallway wall. "I could try to leave. See what happens."
"The poppies aren't completely dead yet," I said, but I wasn't even sure that mattered.
What if the poppies died, but Kason still couldn't leave and anyone, not just phantom footsteps, could come in? Whoever that had been had used an invisibility spell, a damn powerful one that also masked most of the fae stink. And how had they come in here in
