Gram's grim expression told me my own couldn't have looked good. Instead of grilling me for answers, she hustled me around the corner and toward the exit, Charlotte sniffing at me, chuffing softly, angrily as though she could smell Ameline all over me.

Which I knew for a fact she couldn't. Hadn't been able to for ages.

Pissed Charlotte off to no end, too. I knew how she felt.

We practically ran down the stairs, Gram setting a grueling pace. My vibrating ...