The bride's stand-In
"I don't ask twice."
She stepped aside, and I moved deeper into the house. The muffled sound of footsteps and faint whispers led me to the living room. Three kids sat frozen on the couch—two boys and a girl. Their wide, frightened eyes flicked between me and Adam.
I focused on the eldest boy, around twelve, his small fists clenched in an attempt to look brave. Admirable, but futile. I crouched slightly, leveling my gaze with his.
"Be a good lad," I said with a faint, chilling smile, "and fetch your father. I promise I won't hurt you if you do as I say." I paused, letting the moment stretch. "Might even give you some candy."
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