Chapter 6

“Excellent.” Dru patted his shoulder with one hand and grabbed the collar of Scott’s shirt with the other. “Hold on.”

“Hold on for wh—”

Everything shifted: walls, floor, perspective, and Scott slammed both hands against the doorjamb around him, then was immediately forced to lurch his body backwards and away from the set of stairs that had appeared a mere inch in front of them. “What in the ever-loving fuck?” Panting, Scott turned his head and scowled at Dru, who merely shrugged and asked, “What?”

“Are you trying to kill me?”

Dru reached out, grabbed a strand of Scott’s hair, and tugged it. Hard. “You lived in this house for fourteen years. One would think you would know your footing.”

“I usually have some kind of forewarning that stairs are approaching!” Scott yanked his head in the opposite direction, leaving Dru staring amusedly at a fistful of hair. “Most people aren’t dropped at the top without even a heads up!”