these rings had a tinkling sound to them , and they came from somewhere within the dark forest , growing sharper , faster , and , most of all , closer to them . she was drawing away from him , and he 'd be damned if he let it happen again . he was about to dress when he remembered his buckets . i mean , this door wo n't keep it out , right ? '' he was right , and ill never let him know . i tighten my grip around her waist , not surprised she sounds like a three-year-old . 