When Victor enters Annabeth Prath’s home, there’s a small stir at the door. The Prath family is influential, but their power comes largely from their long lineage and political connections. Victor banks on this when he walks in. He knows their meager Beta force has no real way to stop him. The Pra
Still, she can’t ignore what she knows, the evidence that she saw. Unthinking, her hand goes to her own stomach, where her own very-desired little baby is growing. “And what about,” she says, watching him carefully, “Angelina Van Horton.” He shakes his head slowly at her, letting her see his hones
“Amelia,” Victor growls, still angry by the revelation of her deceit. She, however, is unphased. Or at least, she acts like it. “Victor!” she says, taking four happy steps forward, closing the distance between them and placing a kiss on his cheek. Around him, Victor hears the crowd hush, all eyes
“Who wrote this trash,” Victor murmurs, tossing it away from him. “Honestly, it’s just lies.” “Lies, is it?” Evelyn asks, taking the seat next to him and looking at him closely. “Did you not see her last night?” “For a moment,” he says, looking her directly in the eye. “She was walking in while I
He snaps his gaze back to her, confused. “What?” “You want to announce an engagement? To the press? What engagement? Our engagement!?” He looks over her, confusion adding to his panic. “What’s wrong with that?” “Victor!” she yells, standing up in a rush, smacking the table with her hand. The boys
Delia: Send a CAR?! What are you, rich now? Evelyn: Haha, no, borrowed car service. Seriously, just give me your address, I’ll send it over. It can take you home later when we’re done. Delia promptly sends her address and Evelyn quickly texts the Beta dispatch, who confirm that a car is on the way
Evelyn laughs a little at that, taking a bite of cheese and sipping from her glass. “Well, I hope so,” Evelyn says. “But we’re so happy right now, I just don’t want anything to come forward that…bursts our little bubble.” Delia nods, understanding. She stays quiet, letting Evelyn continue. “I mean
Delia’s eyes go wide as she realizes that Victor and Evelyn have absolutely no idea what she’s talking about. “Um,” she says, her eyes darting between them. “Not that I believe the rumors, of course – it’s just fringe celebrity blogs and twitter accounts posting stupid theories –“ “What. Theories.”