'Annabelle?' I query and walk forward to stand in the centre of the symbol on the floor, coaxing her with a gentle voice. I experience the instant crackle around me of the spell which has been placed down here and my eyes shoot to the walls, seeing the salt line all the way around the edge and the tell-tale painted sigils not so discreetly adorning them. The smell of sulphur and ash, the hints of floral combinations and earthy herbs now I am paying closer attention.
They’ve tried to bind my powers while being in this room, as some sort of protection for the girl. I’d be completely insulted if I wasn’t so amused at the moronic behaviour and pointless effort. I turn and glare at Deborah with a raised eyebrow, the obvious smug look on the woman dropping instantly as I click my fingers and smile. Igniting every candle on the walls and the low fireplace to one side with a blast of flame, showing her that my powers are not affected one iota.