"You can't lie to me, Wyatt." Penny crossed her arms over her chest. As mousy and jumpy as she was, she was still a Halliwell, by blood at least. She could be just as stubborn as any of them. It just rarely came out unless she really felt like she needed it. And right now was one of those times. It was the first time any of the new generation had admitting their powers to any mortal.
Normally Penthea wasn't impulsive. In fact, it was so rare that Penthea was impulsive that she surprised herself when it happened. For instance, she reached out and grabbed Wyatt's arm, orbing them both out. When she opened her eyes they were standing in an alley. She was dizzy. Her hands tightened on Wyatt for a moment while she tried to catch her balance.
There were three doors that led into the alley. Two of them looked like they hadn't been opened in decades. The third looked like it had been blown open. There were a million different colored blasts exploding inside. "Whoever is in there is very scared of whatever demons are in there."