"Watch your mouth," Emma said. "I can't...I can't even deal with you right now. Go to your room. We'll discuss this in the morning." "Mom, c'mon--" I could see Emma's eyes flash copper from across the room, glowing like orbs of pitch and fire as her voice went guttural, dropping too deep for any human throat. "To. Your. Room." Melanie didn't need to be told twice. She vanished up the hallway. Emma straightened her blouse, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. When she turned back to face us, she was perfectly tranquil. "Sorry about that," she said. "Kids," I said, shrugging. I wasn't sure what else to say."