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Duncan jerked his hand back and glared at the knob. “What’s the big idea?”
Bonnie hurried up to him and grabbed his hand. “What is it?”
“An owie,” he whimpered as she turned his hand palm up. A little bit of steam rose from his flesh and the putrid smell of burnt skin hit my nostrils. “Looks like whoever pulled the trick on Maxwell decided to do the same on this room.”
Bonnie frowned and shook her head. “But that’s impossible. Other people used the door. They would have noticed if it was silver.”
My eyes widened as I recalled something. “The chill!”
Everyone looked at me with quizzical expressions on their faces. Chris grasped my arms and studied me. “What chill?”
I whipped my head up. “Just a few moments ago I felt a chill. I thought it was just me, but maybe it was
