“What did he do?” Victor murmurs, rubbing one eye and watching Evelyn with the other. She looks tired as well – drained, really, with the start of dark circles beneath her eyes. His heart sinks when he sees them. She should be resting – not worrying about whatever his brother has done.Evelyn opens
When Victor and Evelyn come down the stairs ten minutes later, Rafe is sitting at the kitchen table looking down at his folded hands. Evelyn doesn’t say a word, barely glances at him as she instead goes to her boys, who are standing by the open front door.“Mama!” Ian says, breathless with excitemen
“They’re all from a different generation of Alphas,” Rafe says then, shaking his head. “Where it’s fine, encouraged, even, to just take whatever the hell you want, and shape the world into the image you want it to fit. But these past months with you, with the world that you’re making…”Rafe pauses,
Late that afternoon, I frown at Rafe as Victor and he clasp hands on the front porch. The two spent most of the day talking to each other, making their plans, working through things. To give them space, I had concentrated on packing our bags and getting the kids ready for our trip.It was a good spl
It’s tight, there, at the table – especially because Victor is such a large, imposing sort of person and – I blink, looking at my boys, realizing suddenly how much they’ve grown in the months since they met their father. A little shot of despair races through me as I realize it, but I do my best to
Beta Stephen drives us for hours that day, long into the night. The charms of the RV even wear off for the boys after a few hours, and they sit quietly at the table, playing a board game on the table. As I look at it, I frown in confusion to see that they’re using pieces from chess, checkers, and pa
“Where are you?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair behind my ears. There’s so, so much more I want to ask her – but I also know that it’s important for her to tell me her story on her own terms. “I’m at Annabeth’s,” Bridgette says, her voice a little more cheerful now. “She’s so nice, actually.” She
“Well, you look happy,” Victor says to me, coming close when I walk back to the RV after hanging up with Bridgette. “So why am I wiping tears from your face?He does just that as he says it, wiping my cheeks with his thumb, looking down into my face with concern on his. “It’s nothing,” I say, tryin