The polar bear that was Austin Steele looked around in obvious confusion. He reduced down into a man, holding out his hands to look at them. Touching his body. He glanced up, and that’s when Niamh noticed the windows. Every one of them pulsed blue, deep and steady.
Jessie had assumed the role of Ivy House master. For better or worse, she now held that magic within her.Thirty-One“Oh man, I feel great. Like I could run a mile super fast.” I ran through the passageways, trying to get a feel for the situation inside the house. I had to get out to the others, but wasn’t sure which exit to take. I didn’t know how to use the magic yet, so I wasn’t ready to fight my way out. I still had to sneak.
I glanced through one of the viewing areas. Two legs lay on the ground, the head clearly near the wall and out of sight. Not moving. “Gross.”
The next two rooms were empty.
The whole house felt empty. I wasn’t sure how that could be. I’d felt the presence of intruders right after I’d grabbed that crystal and felt the really annoying tickling sensation. I hated being tickled.
But now…
The first floor was clear, so I powered up the stairs without even breaking a sweat. Young me would’ve been grinning like a lunatic. Midlife me was wondering about the butcher’s bill. What had I just traded for the ability to take stairs in a single bound?
More “tackled” people upstairs. Many more. And then I figured out why.
“No! Oh my God, no. No!” I scurried back from the viewing orb and paused for a steadying moment.
The dolls were alive. And they were apparently every bit as much of a nightmare as I’d suspected, carrying knives and smeared or splattered red.
“No, no. I should’ve made a stipulation about the dolls!”
I ran down the stairs again, crossing from one passageway into another, instinctively knowing them like the back of my hand, and exited the house from the same back door I’d gone in. I closed it up tight. I didn’t want those horrible dolls to get out.
The night was so dense it felt solid. No stars sparkled in the suddenly moonless sky. No light at all permeated the backyard. Somehow, however, I could still see.
Austin—the human version—stood amid a bunch of prone figures, patting his body like he wasn’t sure it was real. Niamh and Edgar huddled together, talking. Other than that, the battlefield lay eerily silent. The fallen did not move. There were no battle cries or moans to be heard.
My stomach churned. I understood what that meant for the enemy. Niamh had been right—the odds had been just fine after all. My crew was, quite clearly, utterly sensational. Age, to us, meant nothing at all. We could still kick ass and take names.
Except…
Fear bled into me. Mr. Tom was nowhere to be found.
I looked skyward, wondering if he was doing a sweep of the house. A winged shape sailed through the inky darkness, his wings strong and sure, beating at the air. His movements almost lazy. He wasn’t checking anything out, at all. From the swooping zigzags to the dips and climbs, it was clear he was joyriding.
A breath I hadn’t known I was holding released.
Moving fast—because I could!—I ran over to Edgar and Niamh, needing to double-check the status of things. Then ran around them. Then hopped up and down. And tinkled myself a little.
“Damn it!” I balled up my fists. “I forgot to ask about not peeing myself in everyday situations! That’s crap. That should’ve been a given.”
Niamh turned to me slowly, annoyance on her face. She looked exactly the same as before.
“What’s the matter?” I asked hesitantly, wondering if I’d started celebrating too early.
She pointed at her chest. “I got the other tit back! What a load of hassle.”
I chanced a glance. Wished I hadn’t. “Yes…well, they are nice and perky. So you have that going for you.”
“Whoopdeedoo. What do I care if they are perky? They’re there. It’s annoyin’.”
“It seems we have not changed in our looks, but have regained our youth in our fighting abilities and overall health.” Edgar grinned, his chompers either a thing of beauty or really scary, depending on how one looked at it.
“Oh so…” I felt my face, unable to help a smile. “Me, too?”
“Yes, you, too,” Edgar said, his smile a thing of fright. “It seems you and Ivy House are on the same page. Congratulations, master.”
I felt my eyebrows pinch, wondering if he was telling a joke of some kind with the “master” bit, but I didn’t have a chance to ask. Austin strode up gracefully, his muscles playing across his big frame like a symphony. His gaze fell on me, traveling my face and then moving down my body.
“What do I look like?” he asked with some consternation.