chapter 12(2)

Gannon I crouch down to their level, keeping my voice soft. “Hey, Logan. Oliver. Remember me? I’m Gannon. I was here the other day. We’re going to take you somewhere safe, alright?” Oliver doesn’t respond right away, his eyes narrowing as he studies me. He’s cautious—smart. After everything they’ve been through, it makes sense. “Clarice is waiting for you. She’s going to take care of you,” I add gently. “You’ll be safe with her. No one will hurt you anymore.” After a moment’s hesitation, he nods slowly. “Okay,” he says quietly, his voice barely audible. Logan still looks uncertain, clinging tightly to Oliver’s hand, but when Liam crouches down beside me, grinning wide like a mischievous uncle, something changes. “Hey, little dudes,” Liam says cheerfully. “Remember me? I made the pancakes.” “You’re the one who threw Mrs Daley down the stairs,” Logan murmurs and I press my lips in a line. Shit! Good one, Liam. “Yep, she went splat. Wicked old witch she was.” Logan’s eyes widen slightly,