Lila was crouched low in the backyard of their shack, hovering over a small bed of flowers that she had grown. A strange lilting hum escaped from the back of her throat, sounding like the chant of the ancient. One that her other partner could never understand.
Ivy was the other partner. She was standing a few feet away on watch but precisely came to offer moral support. She glanced over her shoulder for what had to be the umpteenth time, frowning.
"You've been making that noise forever and nothing's happening," the girl said with her arms crossed, and the slightest edge of boredom in her tone.
Lila, who by now looked like she had completely transformed into that strange, cold, otherworldly version of herself—the same one from the night of the Running Game —turned to Ivy with a glare.
"Don't distract me."
