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Her tongue shot out and licked my cheek. I yelped and dove past her. She grabbed for me, but I kept running.
I tore down the hall and back steps, vaulting over Sandford, then Shaw without so much as a stumble. At the bottom of the stairs, I didn't pause to look around. I dove through the first open door and slammed it behind me, then leaned against it, gulping air. I was shaking so badly the door itself quavered under me. Then I realized it wasn't me making the door shake. The whole house was quaking.
Beneath my feet, the floor rattled and groaned. I looked around wildly. The floorboards buckled, then gave way, splinters spraying upward as a wave of spirits flew through, formless rays of light, like the ones in the cemetery. The force of them hurled me into the air. As I rocketed across the room, a huge gaping maw appeared before me. Before I had time to scream, I sailed through the apparition and hit the floor.
All around me, spirits jetted into the air, moving so fast that I could feel their passing. The very fabric of the house moaned and shifted, threatening to blow apart. I fought to move, but the force of the passing spirits was like a gale-force wind, holding me still and snatching the breath from my lungs.
It stopped as suddenly as it had begun. The spirits had broken through the ceiling and were gone.
I took a minute to breathe, just breathe, then looked around. Between me and the door, the floor was gone, leaving a gaping hole into the basement. I glanced at the window, but it was barely eighteen inches square. My hips definitely weren't less than eighteen inches, round or square.
After a few more deep breaths, I approached the hole in the floor. Then, from below, I caught a sound that made my heart leap. Savannah's voice. She was in the basement, chanting an incantation.
I dropped to my knees, grabbed the edge of the hole, and leaned into it.
"Savannah?" I called. "It's me, hon. It's Paige."
She continued chanting, her voice a distant whisper. I cleared my throat.
"Savannah?" I said, louder. "Can you--"
The house rocked suddenly, like a boat cut from its moorings. I flew, face-first, through the hole and somersaulted, landing hard on the dirt floor beneath. For a moment, I couldn't move. The commands wouldn't travel from my brain to my muscles. Panic washed through me. Then as if in a delayed reaction, all my limbs convulsed, throwing me awkwardly into a sprawl. I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the pain that slammed through me.
From somewhere beyond came Savannah's faint voice. I looked around, seeing I was in an empty cold-cellar. I moved to the only door and opened it. Savannah's voice became clear. I caught a few words of Greek, enough to tell me, if I hadn't already guessed, that she was conjuring. Conjuring what, though, I couldn't tell. I hurried toward her before I found out.
CHAPTER 48
SHOW & TELL
As I followed Savannah's voice, I heard another. Nast's. "You have to stop, sweetheart," he said. "You can't do this. It isn't possible."
Savannah kept chanting.
"I know you're angry. I don't know what happened--"
Savannah stopped in mid-incantation and howled, "You killed her!"
"I didn't kill anyone, princess. If you mean that boy--"
"I mean Paige! You killed her. You told them to kill her."
"I never--"
"I saw her body! Leah showed me! I saw them carry her to the van. You promised she'd be safe and you killed her!"
I stepped into the furnace room and walked around the mammoth wood-burning furnace to see her on the other side, kneeling, facing the far wall.
"I'm right here, Savannah," I said. "Nobody killed me."
"Oh, thank God," Nast said. "See, sweetheart? Paige is fine."
"You killed her! You killed her!"
"No, hon, I--"
"You killed her!" Savannah screamed. "You killed her! You promised! You promised and you lied!"
Tears streamed down Savannah's face. Nast stepped forward, arms wide to embrace her. I lunged forward to grab him, but missed.
