When I wake, the other side of the bed is disappointingly empty. I reach my hand out, brushing the sheets where Victor’s body left an impression behind, tracing the phantom shape of him. “Oh well,” I murmur, sitting up and stretching my arms over my head. I’d catch him next time. I look around the
But I do. “Rafe?” I ask, shocked, glancing between him and the Beta guard who is standing awkwardly by the door, trying not to get involved. Rafe looks up at me with sad eyes. He still looks terrible; I wonder if he’s been drinking again. “Were you out here all night?” I ask, folding my arms a
Betas pull open the doors to the detainment facility and Victor strides through, Ian buzzing with excitement at his side. Victor glances down at the boy to see that he’s looking around at everything, as fascinated and thrilled as any kid at Disney World. Victor smirks, wondering if it’s the Alpha pu
“Thief!” Walsh snarls, pounding his fist again on the plastic barrier. “You can’t take this from me – everything I’ve built, everything I’ve worked for –“ Victor tugs Ian’s hand and the boy snaps his worried eyes back up to his father, who looks down at him calmly. “Enough of this for you,” Vict
When Victor returns through the series of doors that separate the cells from the front office, Ian is seated in a plain chair by the Beta desk, happily drinking a milkshake. “Hello,” Victor says, smiling down at his boy and nodding to the Betas behind the desk. “Where did you get that?” “From th
“Get out of my house!” a feminine voice shrieks. “I’ll shoot you! Get out!” “Bridgette!” I shout, half panicked and half furious, ducking my head and curling my body around Alvin’s as I press us both against the wall outside the cabin’s door. “Put the fucking gun down! It’s me! It’s Evelyn!” “Ev
About an hour later Delia and Emma pull up to the cabin, Delia shrieking and running for me as soon as the car is in park. I throw my arms around my bestie as soon as she pounds up the stairs to the cabin, laughing as she mumbles greetings into my hair. My sister takes a more sedate approach, carryi
Emma looks away for a moment, but doesn’t say anything. But when she looks back at me I give her a little smile. It’s water under the bridge for me, and I hope it is for her too. “Butler!” I call, breaking the semi-awkward silence. “We need refills on this wine!” I call, though my glass is still m