“The proof of my actions tells it all,” Evelyn says, meeting his eyes again. “Send your Betas to check my story. I escaped Victor’s pack and did as much damage as I could on my way. I burned his house to the ground, I emptied the bank account he gave me, I took –“She squeezes her eyes shut here, as
Evelyn’s blood runs cold in her body. Joyce. She fights the urge to snarl at him. Instead, she keeps her face impassive, saying nothing. “How ironic,” Joyce says, looking slowly around at everyone in the room. “That my ex-wife shows up on the same day that my current wife abandons me.”No one says
Ian nods and lifts his mouth to her ear. “Mama, he said such bad things about you. I wanted to kill him.”Evelyn nods, understanding, her mouth quirking up at her bloodthirsty little boy. “I know, he’s really rotten, isn’t he?”“But Ian,” Evelyn continues, her voice serious again, “you have to reme
“Don’t give Alvin any details, please,” Evelyn says, considering her request that Ian contact his twin. “Just…tell him we’re okay?”Ian nods, closing his eyes and concentrating, a little frown on his face. Evelyn waits patiently, trying to keep even her breathing quiet, working hard not to interrupt
Victor slumps back in his chair, worried and relieved at once. It was good to know that she was safe, happy – but god damnit, where was she? And who had hit her?“Alvin,” he says seriously. “Think closely about the image that he sent you. Do you have any clues that tell you where they were?”Alvin b
The next morning, Delia and Emma sit at the kitchen table, Delia’s phone between them.“Are you ready for this?” Emma asks, hesitating. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for this,” Delia says, her eyes wide. Emma nods, understanding. She knows what she’s asking of Delia. She’s sending her into a
Joyce sits down on the stool next to her, leaning casually on the bar. He puts a hand up, signaling to the bartender, and then orders a gin martini. Delia avoids grimacing – it’s her least favorite drink. Instead, she sits quietly, waiting for him to take the lead. “So,” Joyce says, accepting his
Delia scrambles, her vision darkening as Joyce squeezes her throat even tighter. She can’t think – can’t breathe – All she can do is look into his cruel face, his teeth elongating before her eyes, his rage overtaking his desire for information –Then, suddenly, there’s a crash and the pressure on h