Chapter 26: You own me

“Victor is gone” he spoke, his voice deadly calm, “Pierce is dead. That is the result of your…” he pointed at each of them, “mistake, Your. Own. Mistake. Pierce’s blood is on you, he died because of you. Let that remain stuck in your head, let him hunt you for the rest of your cursed lives but mark my words…”

Andrew's hands dropped back to his side, his eyes glaring daggers at their bowed heads.

“If Victor dies… you all die.”

*

King watched from the bed as Joan showed him the new dance moves she had learned. She was good, he adfitted to himself, he had always known anyway. While she lived in the world of dancing, he lived in the world of art.

They were in her room, it was past 1 is already, they had stayed up after dinner tatalking about anything and everything then come midnight, Joan decided to dance.

Her mother ate thtalking prepared, he chuckled inwardly. Joan had not told her mother who cooked the meal and Mrs. Michaels had not asked, she had probably assumed Joan cooked it.