About forty-five minutes later, the van pulls up to a chain-link gate at the airport. As the drivers stop the van to have a brief discussion with the guards, Amelia raises her eyes to glare steadily at Victor. He meets her eyes evenly, without emotion, and doesn’t break her gaze. She doesn’t intimid
“You probably don’t believe me, Amelia,” Victor says quietly when the final ashes of the passport have collected at his feet and started to blow away on the wind. “But I mean you no ill will.” Panting a little, scared again, Amelia looks at him, her arm still held steadily in Edgar’s hand. “I actu
There’s the start of a guilt in him at this realization, but he doesn’t let it show on his face. Instead, he merely looks at this beautiful woman and realizes that he hardly knows her at all any more. That she’s thoroughly part of his past, and he hopes she’ll stay here. Amelia reads this on her ex
It’s almost four o’clock and Victor still isn’t home. I stand at my kitchen sink with a glass of water, pretending to stare contemplatively out the back window when really I’m just staring anxiously at the black screen of my phone, which is propped up against the window’s glass. The boys are upstai
She grins at me then, and I laugh when I realize that she knows exactly what I mean. These Kensington boys – they feel deeply. You just sometimes have to break the surface to get to it. I frown suddenly, looking around the room. “I know that Victor’s gone for the day, but did Rafe go with him? Or i
When Victor comes home at seven o’clock that night, I throw myself into his arms. “Where have you been,” I breathe against his chest, angry and relieved at once. “Whoa,” he says, laughing a little, settling his weight on his back foot to balance the weight of me against him. “Evelyn, are you all r
The house is finally quiet, most of the Betas gone and Burton packed away home. Bridgette left hours ago, and I still haven’t seen Rafe. I lean against the counter, mulling this over, as Victor pours me a glass of red wine and prepares a tumbler of whiskey for himself. Then, he pulls me close for a
“Oh calm down, brother,” Rafe’s voice says from the darkness, a sigh thick in his words. Victor’s growl cuts off, but he stays tense behind me as the figure climbs the stairs, coming into the light spilling through the living room window. When we see that it is indeed Rafe standing there, Victor l