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
“Take her away,” Walsh commands his Betas. “To the cells in the basement. I want her under constant supervision.”The Betas nod, responding immediately, grasping Evelyn by her arms and pulling her out of the room. On the way, with her back to her father, Evelyn gives Ian a little wink, encouraging h
Delia enjoys it a little too much, the sting on her palm when she slaps Joyce across the face.He growls, his head still snapped to the side, his cheek red with the impact. Delia can see his teeth begin to elongate. God, but he wants to tear her to pieces. She just grins. “Tell us,” Emma says, her
Emma knows, intuitively, that Delia means Victor.“No, Delia,” Emma says, grabbing her phone and her coat. “She doesn’t want him to find her – she left for a reason. This is what she would do for us. We have to go.”The two quickly collect their things, swiftly packing bags and heading out the front
As the mission moves towards Walsh’s property, Victor notices that Rafe is particularly quiet.“Are you all right, brother?” Victor asks, turning to Rafe with a frown.Rafe leans back in the passenger seat of the hummer, his foot up against the dashboard, his arms crossed. “Yeah,” he says, clearly
Rafe frowns back at his nephew. “How do you know that? How do you know your mom’s motives? You’re attached, mentally, to your twin – not to her.”Alvin narrows his eyes at his uncle. “My mommy would never do anything to hurt me.”“She left you –““That’s enough,” Victor snaps, just as Alvin snaps of