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No cracks. No movement.
Just old wooden planks.
Then it comes again.
Scratch.
Directly beneath us.
My stomach tightens.
“Kai.”
He’s already moving and crouches, pressing his palms flat against the floor. For several seconds, he doesn’t move. Then his expression changes.
“What?”
His fingers spread against the wood.
“Malakai.”
He lifts his eyes to mine but doesn’t answer.
I crouch beside him. “What?”
“It wants you outside.”
“No.” Ezra’s answer is immediate.
I look at him. “I didn’t say I was going.”
“You were thinking about it.”
“You don’t know what I’m thinking.”
“I know enough.”
Scratch.
A vibration travels through the floor.
I put my hand down.
Malakai grabs my wrist. “Don’t.”
Too late. The second my palm touches the wood, the house disappears. Not literally. For half a second, I see something else.
Corn.
Moonlight.
A woman running.
Bare feet bleeding.
Red ribbon streaming behind her.
Then dirt.
