Seriously? Xavier here? The foyer was at the foot of the stairs. Xavier just had to look up and see me standing on the steps. I backed up slowly before he noticed me. Making my way quietly to my bedroom, I avoided the floorboards I knew creaked. Xavier. Xavier? What’s he doing here? He knows my dad? Xavier, really? I couldn’t get my mind wrapped around him being in my house, or why he’d be there in the first place. “Milayna…” I heard a high-pitched voice call from outside. “Oh, no,” I whispered. “Not now.” “We’re here to play,” Friendly called from the yard below my window. He looked like a demonic Santa Claus with his red skin covered in the fresh, white snow. “Come outside now,” Scarface screeched. “It’s too damned cold out here to play. I wanna go home where it’s warm.” “Mi-lay-na…” they said in their little girly voices. “Come outside.” My cell phone vibrated against the bedside table. I knew it’d be Chay with the hobgoblins making their appearance in my backyard.
