I struggle to get free from underneath my blankets and children. I haven’t heard from Edgar since our visit to the Beta camp, despite many calls and texts. “No, it’s okay,” Edgar says, closing the door behind him and taking a few steps into the living room. “Don’t get up – I don’t mean to disturb y
Victor nods and places the folded scrap into his pocket. “And Sir,” Edgar says, taking a deep breath. “I’d like to tender my resignation with the Beta force.” “What!?” The word leaves me with a great huff of air. Victor’s face likewise the picture of shock, though he says nothing. I look between t
“I’m fine, babies,” I say, kneeling down and opening my arms. They come forward and allow me to wrap them in a big hug, one I very much need. “Edgar let us know that he’s going away for a while. We’re going to miss him, aren’t we?” “Yeah,” Alvin says, laying his head on my shoulder. “I liked Edgar.
And then, there’s Edgar. As I stare at the wall in my closet, I allow myself, finally, to consider my feelings about my breakup. In the past few days I’ve done precisely what I advise my clients not to do: I’ve avoided the issue. I’ve ignored my thoughts of him, pressed down my feelings, stayed bus
I blink and shake my head, snapping myself out of it. “The last time we talked,” I say, “we discussed your family’s attempt to take over power from you. How is that progressing?” I’m surprised to hear that his answer is fairly light. “I’m actually feeling much better about that,” he says. “Really?
Evelyn pushes open the back door to Victor’s house, holding it open so that Alvin and Ian can scamper in. “Hello?” she calls. “Ah, Evelyn,” Henry Kensington rolls into sight from the living room, looking her up and down with a sneer on his face. “How good of you to come.”“Pop pop!” Alvin yells, da
“Also tested that evening,” he continues, glancing at me and Bridgette, his face a little unhappy, “is the capacity of each of their chosen Lunas,” he says the word with a little sarcasm, Evelyn assumes because she is not actually Victor’s chosen Luna, “to assist him in these social aspects.”“That
“I’m fine, Evelyn,” Victor says, clearing his throat and shaking his head. “We will continue.”Evelyn stands back against the wall, gritting her teeth. Next to her, Ian crosses his arms and frowns, angry. “He’s not fine, mama,” he says. Alvin nods vigorously in agreement. “I know, babies,” she whis