“Come here, Liz,” he instructed in a stern voice, holding out his hand to me. “Right now.” I didn’t argue, moving straight to his side without hesitation. “That’s her, Hugh.” I took his outstretched hand in both of mine and burrowed into his side. “That’s the scary lady.” “I see her,” he replied, attention trained to the stranger watching us through the tree line at the end of the cul-de-sac. Snatching the stick out of my hand, he pulled me close and wielded it in front of us. “Don’t worry. I’m here.” “I think she’s a monster,” I admitted with a shiver. “She has sharp claws and everything.”
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