LOGIN“Me me me,” he says, hardly able to contain his excitement. “My turn, mama. Please.” And he looks down, again, at his little girl. “Well,” I say, shifting her in my arms and leaning forward so Ian can better see her face. She frowns in her sleep, squirming a little and making me smile. “I was think
Several hours later, I’m changed and curled up more comfortably in my bed with Victor by my side, a baby in each of our arms, and our boys curled up like puppies at the end of the bed. Archie is on the bed too, cuddled between them. We sit quietly together, all still focused on the two little babie
“It’s all right, doctor,” I say, giving her a little smile and nodding towards the boys. “We found them.” “Oh my god,” she says, shaking her head and placing a hand over her heart. Then she frowns at them. “How did they…” “Window,” Victor says, gesturing towards it and sighing. “It’s all right. Th
“Come on, Evelyn,” the doctor says confidently as Victor squeezes my hand, his eyes darting between my face and the first baby, which the doula is now wrapping in her first swaddle. “One more push, and then you’ll be done, and you can hold your little girls.” “Okay,” I huff, sitting up and shifting
Slumped on the couch, Ian heaves a gigantic sigh. “What is taking so long,” he mutters, glaring angrily at the steps as if they’ve personally offended him. “You knew it would take a while,” Bridgette murmurs, running a hand over Ian’s soft brown hair and smiling fondly at her nephew. She sighs and
“Oh my god,” Victor gasps, instantly wide awake. “Oh my god,” he says again, grabbing my face and searching it like it has answers. “Are you – are you okay?” “Yes,” I say, nodding but then belying my answer with an immediate moan. I grit my teeth, my hand going to my stomach as I weather the contra
Evelyn does the same, suddenly realizing how cold she is. She’s wearing a coat, of course, but she’s still kneeling in the snow next to Victor just in jeans and sneakers. She starts to shiver.Victor feels her start to shake and opens his eyes, looking at her with concern. “Come here,” he murmurs, m
“God damnit, fucking Rafe,” Evelyn murmurs, shooting a dirty look at the man whimpering on the ground. She hurries to the tree from which Victor hangs, looking all around it for the base of the snare.As she looks, though, she considers the possibilities – even if she releases him, Victor is just go
Rafe is close now, close enough for Victor to hear him as he whispers. “Face it, Victor. I’ve outsmarted you. Again. You might have the muscle, but I’m the cleverer son. The right choice to take this pack into the future.”With that, he slips a blade from the sheath at his hip. “I could kill you no
The helicopter arrives faster than Victor thought it could. Victor is grateful, frankly. He needs to get this confrontation over with, whatever it is, before he passes out from blood rushing to his head. He knows he’s at a disadvantage now, that Rafe holds all the cards. But he’s ready to face anyt







