Genesis
"I'm not going to ask again," Cree's voice rumbled, a low growl of impatience.
Farrah immediately positioned her body, a shield of nervous energy, trying to hide me from his view. "Headmaster Cree. We're just getting ready for bed." Her voice was a little too bright, a little too strained. He began to take slow, deliberate steps toward us, his eyes narrowed, and Farrah pivoted some more, maintaining her defensive stance. "That earthquake was intense, wasn't it?" She chuckled nervously, the sound thin and reedy. "And Echo, what was that about?" Cree stopped, not three feet from the bed, his presence filling the small space.