The girl shook her head, eyes wild. “I didn't do anything! How would I make it stop? I didn't start it. You need to leave, both of you.”
“What's happening?” Gavin turned to his wife, and then back to their unwilling host. His bewildered expression concerned Annabelle mightily.
He's still so oblivious, she thought. The barely detectable movement took on a hint of color, a reddish-orange that forced her breath from her lungs. Her heart pounded so hard, she feared it might burst. Slowly, Annabelle took a step backward, her attention fully focused on the movement she dared not turn to see. If it gets between us and the door, we'll be cut off.
She shifted, trying to move without appearing to move. A partially-discernable shape danced upward like a flame beside her. She tugged Gavin's arm. Pl
