“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
Emma looks at Delia nervously as they pull up to the road block near her father’s house.“Something’s going on,” she murmurs as a Beta raises his hand, requiring her to stop the car.“Um,” Delia says, biting her lip and considering. “Is there any reason that they should like…suspect us? That we shou
Emma frowns, saying “what?” just as Delia exclaims “Joyce!? Disappeared??”Emma shoots Delia a little look, trying to communicate that she needs to tone it down. Delia either doesn’t see or ignores her. “You don’t know?” Mrs. Walsh says, confused. Emma shakes her head. “Yeah, we haven’t seen Joyce
Victor and Alvin sit quietly in the hummer, their eyes focused on the foliage in front of them. Just through it, they can begin to see the start of a field, the place where Victor intends to hold the battle. Alvin sits next to his father, quietly chewing on a granola bar, patiently waiting for the