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Duncan and I looked at each other before we dashed into the kitchen. Chris stood near the rear window above the kitchen sink. One of the panes of the window had been shattered and shards of glass lay scattered about the countertop and floor.
He whipped his head around and stabbed a finger at the door. “Keep it shut!”
Duncan and I spun around and pushed our shoulders against the door as the entrance opened. The door slammed shut and a growl came from the other side. It was Maxwell. “What’s going on in there?”
I looked at Chris. Both of his hands were hidden in one side of the sink. Something peeked its small, flaming head over the rim of the sink and its eyes brightened when it saw me. It opened its mouth, but Chris shoved its head beneath the sink.
We were being invaded by
