"Lilith, honey, could you be a dear and open the door for us?" Mandy asked the little one, who was watching us through the porch window while licking a homemade lollipop—the fancy kind, like the ones crafted by a professional chef.
Lilith shook her head slowly and kept watching us, locked out of the Lansky manor. Janice wouldn't open the door for us while Delores was basking seminude on her surfboard up in the sky, hiding from my family.
I wouldn't either—but how were we supposed to have fun at her expense now? I might as well go home and work on my curse energy control.
"Ace, you are her landlord, don't you have a spare key or something?" Lyra asked in frustration. To her surprise, all the wooden doors and windows were not only locked but sturdier than the ones in their own house—possibly even stronger than steel. No matter how much force she applied, they wouldn't budge, unlike at home, where she had to be careful not to break anything with her newfound strength.
