From Chapter 2
Warm and tight in her bed, she thought about the day. Patrick’s soft snore coming through the thin door was calming and reassuring. She drifted in and out of sleep. A soft scraping against the window above her bed woke her. Confused for a moment, she remembered where she was. She sat up, and saw those lavender eyes again, only now it was a whole face. She hit the window to scare away the creature. The face disappeared, but she heard hurried footsteps run to the front of the house. She jumped out of bed and grabbed a big kitchen knife. She was getting answers out of these spies.
Throwing the door open, she caught a fleeting glimpse of two shadowy figures. The mist was too thick to see where they went. They walked on two feet but sometimes flited so fast she was sure they flew. That didn’t make any sense at all.