#Chapter 21 – Bath Time’

Tires screech as Victor swerves into his driveway, throwing the car into park and jumping out the door almost before it stops.

“Victo-“ Amelia says, just starting to unbuckle her seatbelt. But he’s already moving around the house, heading for Evelyn’s cottage out back. Amelia slumps back in the seat, watching him go. He didn’t say a word to her the entire ride back. Instead, he made a thousand calls, shouted at Betas, ordered more security for the house. He didn’t even look at her.

f**k.

Amelia crosses her arms over her chest and stares silently out the windshield, planning her next move.

Victor bursts into my house through the back door, coming into the living room where I’m working to wrangle two sobbing boys into their pajamas. They cried the whole way home and, while I don’t blame them, my head is pounding.

“Are they okay?” Victor asks as he approaches, looking over the boys.

“They’re fine,” I say softly.

“Boys, what happened,” Victor asks, staring at the twins who lay on the carpet sobbing their little hearts out.

“Victor, I think we should –“

Ian crawls over to Victor and raises his arms, asking to be picked up, still screaming with tears. Victor complies, cradling the boy in his arms. Alvin sees this and works his way over too.

“Ian, tell me what happened, who took you?!” Victor insists, turning Ian’s head to face him while Alvin screeches, demanding without words to be picked up like his brother.

Ian doesn’t reply, just cries harder. “Boys,” Victor says, his voice deepening with command. “You must tell me what happened.”

“Victor –“ I start, but he shoots me a glare. This sends me over my tipping point. I lose my temper, raising my voice to say “Victor, they can’t right now –“

“Don’t tell me how to talk to my sons,” he growls.

demand, getting quickly to my feet and gesturing towards the two red-faced boys from whom an endless wail sounds. “They’re

I shove forward my hands, which are clutching two sets of

up, and into bed.

nods. “Baths,” he says, decisive. Then he turns and, holding Ian close to his chest, carries him upstairs.

with water. We put the boys on the floor and let them cry it out as we silently go through the

run some soap into the bath to make bubbles, adding a little lavender to soothe them. I check the water temperature – a little too hot, I turn up the cold

remember from my childhood, and haven’t heard since then. An old song, about wolves running under the night sky in

fill. Ian presses his face to

and in,” I say softly, lifting him and sitting him gently in the water.

quietly to use a cup to wet his hair. I do

song, daddy,” Ian says quietly, looking up at

moment – I’m not sure he even knew he was humming. He laughs softly and says, “thank you. My grandmother used to sing it to me when I was little, and when I was scared. Do you know?” He says, beginning to rinse the suds from Ian’s hair. “When I was a boy, I

says Alvin, laughing, unbelieving. Victor

with his fingers like spectacles. “You can see in the dark! And bite whatever

doesn’t mean I wasn’t afraid. Sometimes we are afraid even

to leech from me. I think I needed this too – the normalcy of an

something to

think you could…tell us what happened?” Victor says, organizing the soap and shampoo bottles so that the boys don’t see how intensely he is focused on their

shrugs. “We went with Beta Frank to

Alvin continues. The two tell the story together, each picking up

and someone had hit him, and was dragging him

us. “And they smelled like her,” he growls, “Like

narrow. “We could smell her on

they put their hands over our mouths

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