THE BACK STAIRS WERE A SERVANT’S STAIRS, rickety-rackety, groaning under our weight as we climbed to the top. Unlike the grand staircase in the entrance hall, this one hadn’t been cared for over the years and it had fallen into disrepair. Not enough not to make it to the top, but enough that it proved a difficult climb.
Logan grabbed my hand and helped pull me up to the first floor. He turned the flashlight on, probably more for my benefit than his considering how well he saw in the dark. Peeling wallpaper greeted us from both sides of the hallway. The carpet smelled of decay mixed with rotten eggs. How had I not smelled that before? My senses were really messed up.
Why? Why had I suddenly begun to lose my powers? And how could I stop this? Those thoughts invaded my mind as I followed Lo
