#Chapter 92: Sneaky Sneaky

Abigail I waited until Mom and Dad left. It took awhile considering mom wouldn’t leave me alone, like she thought I was going to burst into flames. I was fine! …I think. Anyways, after that, it wasn’t hard. They were busy with “serious adult business,” which, as far as I could tell, mostly meant frowning a lot, whispering about things they didn’t want me to hear, and exchanging those dramatic, broody looks that made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t like. Mom had been acting weird ever since she saw the marks under our eyes, the shrine. Still… I didn’t understand why we both had them. It’s not like mom would tell me. And Dad—well, Alexander—was always intense, but today, he’d gone full King of the Overprotective Tyrants mode. And it was all because of Theo. They weren’t wrong, I did barely known him, sure. But that didn’t matter. He wasn’t dangerous. I knew it in my gut. And I was so tired of everyone treating me like some clueless kid who didn’t know what I was