Out of sight, out of mind. Yeah right. I swung back towards Samson. “Can he get inside?” I asked, biting my bottom lip. “If he chose to, yes.” “Doesn't he need an invite to get in?” “That is only for human dwellings, mistress, he can unlock the front door with his mind and simply step across the threshold, should he desire,” Samson replied, matter of factly. “Don't you have any wards on this place?” I knew I was sounding a bit demanding, a little bit judgemental in fact, but my heart rate had sky rocketed and my mouth had gone dry and I was starting to get that panicked feeling, something that was becoming a little too familiar for my liking. Samson didn't show any signs of being offended by my tone. “I have never needed to ward this residence before. I shall look into it immediately and arrange some protection for you, mistress, however, it may be too late for this evening.
