Chapter Forty

CHAPTER FORTY

“Therapy must be good for you. You hardly look homicidal at all.”

“Ha ha, big brother.”

I threw myself into an empty chair and tossed the car keys to Seth. He was crouched over the kitchen table, doing his ceaseless paperwork. Filing for custody, filing to see Lydia whenever she was found, doing whatever he could. Truth was, I was feeling pretty good. I wouldn’t say the counselor was playing for Team Luna, per se, but she wasn’t running around with the demonic hordes. That’s a step in the right direction.

I looked at Seth. “Don’t repeat this, and if you do, I’ll deny saying it, but I think that things might eventually turn out after all.”

“I wouldn’t count on it.”

I was out of my chair so fast that Seth nearly fell over. Papers scattered everywhere. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?” he asked.

Mouth was standing in the doorway. He looked equal parts grim and angry.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him. My hands were balled against my sides, but I didn’t notice. “P