senses wards

I went back to my place. I let the kid sleep until we got there, and then touched her shoulder with one hand. She jerked awake at once, blinking in weary confusion.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"My place," I said. "We need to talk."
She blinked her eyes several more times and then nodded. "Why?"
"Because you need to understand something. Come on."
We got out of the car. I led her down the steps to my door and said, "Come stand next to me." She did. I took her left hand and told her, "Spread your fingers and close your eyes." She did that too. I held her left palm up about two inches from the door. "Now, focus. See what you can feel."
Her face scrunched up. "Um," she said, shifting her weight back and forth restlessly. "There's... pressure? Um, or maybe a buzzing. Like high-power lines."
"Close enough," I said, and released her wrist. "What you're sensing are some of the energies that I used to ward my apartment. If you try to come in without disabling them, you'll take a jolt of electricity that wouldn't leave much more of you than a smudge on the ground."
She blinked at me, then twitched and pulled her hand sharply away.
"I'll give you an amulet that will let you get through, until I'm sure you can disable them, go in, and start them up again. But for tonight, just don't try to open the door. In or out. Okay?"


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