“Not so fast lad,” Raven caught Robert's arm, pulling him away from the door. “Not a good time to get lost.”
The child Fiona looked straight at us when Robert shouted, raising her arm to wave and smile. The cats flinched and crouched, as if they'd been startled by a loud noise, though we'd heard nothing. They hissed at the air around them, then darted in opposite directions leaving Fiona alone.
Her arm dropped then, a look of terror crawling its way across her face.
“That's enough of that game,” said Raven as he closed the door.
