Annabelle walked over to Ansel, looking over her shoulder at Lilith as she exited the room.

The walk to Annabelle's new room was silent and rife with unspoken words between her and Ansel. As they walked down the hall, their footfalls muffled by the lush carpet, Annabelle snuck a glance at Ansel. She couldn't help wondering how he felt about all this: the disastrous Thanksgiving dinner, the attack on her parents house, her brother's residence in his home... Not to mention all this nonsense about a prophecy. All of it seemed so absurd now that Annabelle nearly laughed aloud, only just catching herself before the first sound of it could...