Chapter 11
“How about that one,” I say, showing him a huge brick house at our left. It’s perfect, just the way we like them. Big, insulting, and slightly out of view. “Come on!” I run up the driveway and open the door.
The light is so bright in here I have to shade my eyes. I see a black figure watching us in the corner, but just as my eyes focus on it, it disappears somewhere in the back rooms.
“They don’t have a chandelier,” Alistair says, but now his eyes widen in terror.
“What is it?”
“Wake up! Wake up!”
“Alistair!”
He’s slipped off the ledge, onto the stairs.
“RYDE!” he screams, falling, falling, falling. But I never see him land.
I sit at the bottom of the staircase. Over the stairs, the water falls in great waves of white foam, and I look down at my feet. They’re already im
