I couldn't help but laugh. "Scaring people isn't exactly my idea of fun. But you? You're a different story entirely. It's been forever since I had your homemade fruit juice I was actually starting to miss it. Is that why you've been avoiding me? You don't want to make me any?"
The mention of fruit juice sent color rushing to her cheeks. "Don't you dare bring up fruit juice! You've already stolen my son. Isn't that enough?"
The Emerald Dragon organization had all but crumbled, and with it, a chapter none of us wanted to revisit. Yael the one the Blackwells had once sheltered like a secret had quietly returned to campus. He'd show up at the house with new toys he'd carved himself, each one placed into Everett and Everly's hands like small offerings. He wasn't as closed off as he used to be. All that talent had found an outlet he'd started livestreaming his carving sessions, face always hidden, hands always moving. I'd tune in sometimes, more out of curiosity than anything else.
