“Be quiet,” he hisses, not looking at her. “John,” she says, insistent – truly disobedient for the first time in their marriage, perhaps the first time in her life.“God damnit,” he says, and for a moment – just a moment – when he spins to glare at her, he is distracted enough for the gun to drift
I stare down at Victor at my feet and then, wild, uncomprehending, I look up into the room beyond him.There, at the door – An absolute nightmare come true. I blink, unbelieving – it can’t be possible – But then the nightmare speaks, my own name on its lips. “Evelyn,” Joyce says, smirking as he s
He turns his nasty smile to me as he calls out, loudly enough to be heard outside the open door to the room. “Betas!” he commands. I glance away from Joyce to see a pack of Betas enter the room – some of the same ones who were in here earlier, planning with my father. I see the surprise register on
When Victor opens his eyes, there are spots in his vision. He blinks, trying to get them to clear, but then groans with the effort.God, does it seriously hurt to blink?But then he realizes that it’s not the blinking that’s causing the pain – that the pain was there already. It comes, sharply, with
Footsteps sound behind him, three sets, he’s sure – two sets in boots, and then another set, fumbling, lighter.“God damnit,” she growls and Victor’s whole body feels lighter at the sound of her voice. “Get your god damn hands off of me, or I swear to god, when we take this pack I will cut them off
“Victor,” I say, my hands sliding down the bars of my cell as I sink to the floor. He’s just across the short aisle from me, but with these metal bars between us…He might as well be a world away. I am desperate to go to him, touch him, help him – but I can’t.He doesn’t say a word in response, but
The guilt. I’ll never be able to outlive the guilt.“No, Evelyn,” Victor whispers. “Don’t. Every moment has been worth it. Every single thing that has fallen apart and been rebuilt, no matter how shaky – it is right. You know it too.”I nod to him, crying so hard I can’t shape words. But I do know i
What is our plan, Alvin says, his eyes darting to Ian’s as he speaks directly into his brother’s mind. Now that they’re in the same room again, their powers are back in full force. Alvin had never really gotten the full story about what, in the first place, had interrupted their ability to communica