Deal with the Devil

-Caleb-

“I knew you’d be back,” Hank said triumphantly when we showed up at the door.

“I’m sure you did,” I replied icily.

“Mr. Masterson. He’s good people. Knows when to send kids home.” Hank was all puffed up and strutting around as though he had won a victory.

It was infuriating.

We should have gone to Montenegro.

“Guess we’d just better get back to our rooms,” I said through my teeth. I glared at my mother. “Same house rules?”

My mother wrung her hands and looked at Hank.

“What house rules?”