Victor wakes the next morning before dawn even has a chance to light the sky, climbing carefully of bed to make sure he doesn’t wake the Luna sleeping next to him. He takes a minute to look at her once he stands up fully, to run his eyes over the shape of her full lips, to watch the way her chest fa
“So sneaky,” Ian says, flashing his dad a grin. “I love it.”Fifteen minutes later, Ian is strapped into the front seat of a Hummer, his dad driving quickly down the road as the sun begins to peek over the horizon. Two Betas sit in the back, one looking sincerely disgruntled at having lost his covet
When I wake, the other side of the bed is disappointingly empty. I reach my hand out, brushing the sheets where Victor’s body left an impression behind, tracing the phantom shape of him. “Oh well,” I murmur, sitting up and stretching my arms over my head. I’d catch him next time. I look around the
But I do. “Rafe?” I ask, shocked, glancing between him and the Beta guard who is standing awkwardly by the door, trying not to get involved. Rafe looks up at me with sad eyes. He still looks terrible; I wonder if he’s been drinking again. “Were you out here all night?” I ask, folding my arms a
Betas pull open the doors to the detainment facility and Victor strides through, Ian buzzing with excitement at his side. Victor glances down at the boy to see that he’s looking around at everything, as fascinated and thrilled as any kid at Disney World. Victor smirks, wondering if it’s the Alpha pu
“Thief!” Walsh snarls, pounding his fist again on the plastic barrier. “You can’t take this from me – everything I’ve built, everything I’ve worked for –“ Victor tugs Ian’s hand and the boy snaps his worried eyes back up to his father, who looks down at him calmly. “Enough of this for you,” Vict
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