Amelia’s POV

The power had gone out completely. I pressed against Maxwell’s chest, trying to stop shaking.

“She’s playing with us,” I whispered. “She knows we’re here.”

Maxwell’s arm tightened around me. “Let her play. We’re not going anywhere.”

The storm beat against the windows. In the darkness, every sound seemed louder. Then I heard it—a child’s giggle echoing through the air vents.

I jerked upright. “That’s Lila.”

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