20
“So you’re saying you’ve been having dreams about that box and you didn’t tell us this sooner why?” Gwill questioned me.
We sat in the drawing room a short time later, and stretched on the couch was the prone figure of our friend, Elia. Her breathing was harsh and Chloe had the constant task of changing the rag over her forehead.
I shook my head. “I didn’t know it was about the box until I saw Travis standing there, and then I just felt it. The place that he’s trapped in is the box, and the window I’ve been looking through is the keyhole.”
“And so what if he is the source?” Gwill snapped at me as he floated over our heads. “Are you going to let him and his cats have their way with us and the girl here until we’re all dead?”
Chloe glared at him. “That’s not fair, Gwill, and you
