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
I’m scowling as I storm into the house, slamming the front door closed behind me. I feel a pang of guilt when I see Ian and Victor twitch awake on the couch, Ian’s eyes wide with surprise and Victor instantly on defense, ready to take on whatever threat came through the door. When he sees me, thou
“Is that so bad?” Victor asks, leaning forward to kiss my hair. “Closure, fine,” I respond, definitive. Then I look up at him. “But Victor, you know how sweet she is, and you know how manipulative he can be. I think that he picked her, specifically, because she’s someone he can control. And that i
Bridgette is standing in the doorway with a bag pressed tightly to her chest, Alvin’s hand held tightly in her own. Her lovely blond hair is golden in the backlit glow from the porch light. “Um,” she says, giving us all an awkward little smile. “Does anyone want some ice cream? Alvin and I made a…pi
“Bossy,” I murmur as I look towards the kitchen, where the boys are sitting on the table digging into the ice cream and Bridgette is taking a few tentative steps towards Rafe, his head lowered to look closely into her eyes. “Yes,” Victor agrees, running his nose against the soft skin behind my ear