RED POV
“GET OUT!” The old woman’s scream echoed through the tiny cottage like thunder.
“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!”
I stumbled backward, my heart hammering violently against my ribs as I stared at her in shock.
She didn’t look angry but she was trembling angry.
Like she was terrified by what she say. Terrified by me.
Her wrinkled fingers clutched the edge of the wooden table so tightly that her knuckles had turned ghostly white.
All the warmth that had filled her eyes only moments ago had vanished completely, replaced by horror as though she had looked straight into death itself.
“What…?” I whispered breathlessly. “What did I do?”
“Leave!” she shrieked again, pointing a shaking finger toward the door.
“Grandmother!” Edith cried, rushing between us. “What’s wrong?”
“Take her away f
