CHAPTER 17

Vanya's POV:

"We're sorry Miss Emily," The boys said in unison, their voices sounding sincere enough. "We won't try to hurt you in the future."

Oh my goodness. Boys and their expensive pranks. That ball would have hurt a lot if it had hit me right in the face. And maybe Emily was right, maybe they would have loved her weapons. But there's no way I'm introducing four year olds to a world of real guns and knives.

We all sat in the living room the boys huddled together and having solemn looks on their faces. Emily sat close to them, her eyes watching them curiously.

"Here's some snacks," Emilia's voice called out. She emerged from the kitchen with a tray of tea and lemonade for the boys. She placed it on the centre table, her eyes moving to Emily. "Emily?" She called, shock in her tone.

Emily rose to her feet. "Emilia," She said with a small bow. When she raised her head she had a terrified expression on her face but it was gone faster than light, maybe I had imagined it. "It's a surpr