Book Eight: Chapter 4

Stairs are clear, said Kisa through their link. Mike followed after her, traipsing carefully down the concrete steps. The basement was easily the smallest floor of the house, if one didn’t take into account the interdimensional Vault that was attached to it. They had a few freezers for food storage, a side room that had been converted into a small supply space for anything Tink used for repairs, and then a flat space along the wall where the Vault door was. Today, the doorway was bigger than usual, the chalk lines drawn from floor to ceiling. Kisa was crouched down near the entrance, her ears twitching as she stared into the space beyond.

“The natives are restless,” she said, then looked up at him. “Unusually so.”

He felt a cold chill on the back of his neck and turned to see Cecilia. The banshee had drifted down through the ceiling, a whimsical smile on her face.

“Kisa says we’ve got a lot of activity in there today.” He gestured to the opening. “So keep yo