Outside of New Orleans
“That was a nice trip,” Senemut said, grabbing the bags out of the back of the cab, “but I’m glad it’s over.”
Senemut looked up at the house.
It had been over a week since they had been home and since he had fed.
Senemut couldn’t be happier.
The last eighteen hours had been torture.
He had hoped to catch a bite in Dublin, but their lay over wasn’t as long as he had thought.
Their flight was ready to board as soon as they got off the plane.
Senemut was miserable the whole flight.
It took every bit of will power he had to not pull a stewardess into the bathroom and devour her.
I am going hunting as soon as the others get settled.
Senemut’s hunger was forgotten briefly as a scent caught his attention.
He flicked his tongue.
“Wait,” he said.
“Someone’s been here.”
“Impossible,” Raylin said.
“The house has a mystical barrier and a high tech security system.
How could anyone get in?”
“It hasn’t been too long ago.
I wonder if she is still here.”
“No,” Xaria said, “she’s gone.
The house is empty.”
“Since we spent a couple of days in her house, she thinks she can just barge into ours?” Raylin complained.
“She probably robbed us blind!”
“I doubt that,” Senemut said, walking to the door.
“Xaria, do you see any traps waiting for us?”
“Nope,” she said.
“She left a note.”
“See,” Senemut said, unlocking the door and walking in, “no surprises.”
They all walked in and looked around cautiously.
Just as Xaria said, there was a piece of paper on a table beside the door.
Senemut picked it up.
It read:
We need to talk.
Important.
Meet me at the docks.
Tell children to be extra cautious. Find the original chapter at g.com.
“Extra cautious?” Raylin asked.
“About what?”
“I don’t know,” Senemut said, crumpling up the note.
He took out his phone and began dialing Hatshepsut’s number.
“Raylin, do me a favor.
Strengthen the barrier around the house to the point where only humans can enter.”
“But you won’t be able to get in,” Raylin said.
“I’m sure you can let me in,” Senemut said, running up the stairs.
“You all get unpacked.
I’ll be back before you know it.”
“There he goes,” Raylin said, picking up her bags, “to her beckon call.
This is going to get old fast.”
“I thought you were beginning to like her,” Xaria said.
“I don’t trust her,” Raylin said.
“When we first met her, she was trying to kidnap you two.
Now we’re suppose to go with her excuse that she was ‘tricked’ into doing it.
Senemut is going to lead us into a world of trouble.”
“I don’t know,” Xaria said.
“If she had bad intentions I would know it, but I will say this: whatever news she has for Senemut is not going to be good for us.”