Chapter 100: Day One

Darby adjusted her glasses with shaky fingers, so small and frail like everything in her bedroom. "Are you going to tell Dad about me? About what I did in the attic and that it really worked?"

I studied her for a long moment while the worry behind those words threatened to blow me over. After being possessed by an eyeless, black-cloud-oozing ex-news reporter, that was what made her push her heels into the carpet. Yeah, she remembered none of it, but I remembered every single second.

"No," I said and glanced at her bedroom door, open so Dad wouldn't think I'd slipped out the window or anything. "I won't tell him."

I'd already slipped out part of that truth, but he hadn't wanted to listen anyway. It was a trivial detail compared to the larger picture, though. And everything that had gone down the night before.