That night, I’m not surprised to hear the phone ring in my closet. It’s another unscheduled call – Victor is used to getting what he wants, when he wants it – but he’s starting to develop a pattern with when he needs his therapist. Checking to ensure that the boys are asleep, I tuck Archie into my
“Really. Is that what you usually see.” “Nine out of ten times,” I say, confirming. “And in the tenth time?” “In the extraordinary cases,” I say slowly, “I usually find that…the patient is eager to be married in order to fix their childhood trauma. To demonstrate that they can hold it all togethe
I carry Archie out of the closet, wandering down the hallway, thinking about my phone call with Victor. As I walk by the boys’ door I quickly look in on them and am pleased to see they’re asleep, though they do it with small frowns on their little faces. I sigh and pull their door shut – they’ll be
Me: Well, if I’m a bad girl, you’re going to have to punish me. Show me how to be good. As I wait for Edgar’s reply, I wonder – passively – if Victor and Amelia ever do anything like this. Victor is so wound up usually – so strict. But honestly, that could be a good thing… My phone dings and I lo
Victor’s phone rings on his desk. He glances on it, frowning. Edgar? He was off duty tonight – what he could he possibly want, so late? “Hello?” Victor’s answer of the phone is short, impatient. “Victor!” Edgar yells into the phone – Victor can hear the howl of traffic behind him, horns honking an
“She’s…alive” Victor murmurs, coming back to himself, hiding his wolf away inside him now that it seems the danger is past. “The assailant?” Edgar asks, moving around. Shit. Victor…he can’t believe it, but he forgot about the assailant. He gestures towards her form, thankfully still unconscious.
Edgar, apparently finished securing the assailant, hurries over. Evelyn startles at first – not knowing who approaches, but seeing who it is reaches out a hand. “Edgar – I – I’m so sorry,” “No, Evelyn,” he says, holding her face between his hands – an intimate gesture that Victor suddenly feels aw
Victor passively gestures to some bags sitting on the kitchen table. “I ordered you Chinese. Please, eat whatever you like.” Making a small noise of appreciation, Evelyn moves to the package and starts to unwarp it, investigating the containers. A few minutes later, she calls goodbye to him and Vic