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
“Alvin,” Victor says. “We’re going to the camp tonight – the Betas and I. So that we can make a big push in a few days. We’re going to…try to get mommy back. And also move against some of our enemies.”Alvin nods eagerly, understanding.“But,” Victor says, and Alvin’s face drops, knowing what’s comi
An hour later, Alvin is buckled into the back seat of the hummer, his hands folded in his lap, his little backpack tucked between his feet. He watches out the window as his father clears up some final instructions with Burton, who with stay with the cottage, and shakes Bridgette’s hand before starti
He had just smirked at her and told her not to ask questions she didn’t want answers to. Then, with a casual wave, he had headed back into the bar. The majority of the ride home had been peaceful, silent even. But about fifteen minutes ago, Delia had started hearing thumps and bangs from the trunk.
John Walsh storms into breakfast the next morning, making everyone at the table freeze.“What is the meaning of this,” he growls at Evelyn, who stares at him with a piece of toast half in her mouth. Evelyn removes her toast and clears her throat. “What are you talking about, dad?” she asks.Ian, se
Nodding, Ian scampers towards the door. Evelyn’s mother opens her mouth to protest but Evelyn interrupts her.“Oh, let him play, mom,” she says, giving her a smile. “He needs to learn how to entertain himself on his own, anyway, without us or Alvin hanging around.”Her mother considers this, watchin
A few hours later, Evelyn and Ian are seated in front of the fire in the parlor, apparently having a perfectly pleasant, if perfectly quiet, day. She sits on a chaise lounge close to the warmth, quietly peeling an orange and looking at a home and garden magazine. Ian, on the floor, works to put tog
“Oh, thank you,” Evelyn says quietly, though inside she hisses liar. He knew exactly where they were, had the tea sent in here just so he could come in and pick their brains. “We’d love to join.”“Are there any donuts?” Ian asks, dashing over to the cart to look.“No,” Walsh says, frowning at the bo