NIKKI AND KITTEN were almost to the top of the stairs when Kitten turned abruptly. Swinging around, her large purse hit Nikki, throwing her off balance. Her gaze shot up to Kitten’s.
The teen looked surprised for a moment, then a small smile curled her lips as Nikki teetered on her high heels. She grabbed wildly for the handrail. The tips of her fingers glossed over it, but she couldn’t find purchase. She could feel herself going over backward.
At the last minute, Kitten grabbed her hand, the two of them almost tumbling down the stairs as Nikki fought to get her feet back under her.
“That was a close call,” the teen said in a mocking tone. “You really should be more careful. People in town say this house is cursed. Terrible things have happened here.” She blinked wide blue eyes. “We should get you to your room. You don’t look well.”
With that she turned and started up the stairs. It was all Nikki could do not to grab the back of her shirt and fling her down the stairs. She was shaking from the near fall and still a little unsteady on her feet. It didn’t help that the two aspirin Cull had given her hadn’t started to work yet on her headache.
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