“I recommend we return to Hawthorne House immediately,” Oren cut in. His expression was downright stony. “That is, if you’re still interested in letting me do my job, Avery.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. I trusted Oren with my life, and I owed him better than making his job harder than it had to be. “I saw the seal on the envelope, and something in me snapped.”
Rings of concentric circles. When Toby was taken, I’d thought that the disk might have something to do with why, but when his captor had sent it back, I’d assumed that I was wrong.
But what if I wasn’t?
What if the disk had always been part of the riddle?
“The number could be a misdirection,” Xander said, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. “The seal might be the message.”
“Out!”
I turned back toward the living room. Mallory Laughlin was stalking toward us.
“I want all of you out of my house!”
Our presence here had never been welcome, and now there’d been fire.
“Ma’am.” Oren held up a hand. “I’m recommending that we all return to Hawthorne House.”
“What?” Thea asked, her honey-brown eyes narrowing.
Oren flicked his gaze toward her. “You should plan for an extended stay.
Call it a slumber party.”
“You think Thea’s in danger.” Rebecca looked around the room. “You think we all are.”
“Breaking and entering is an escalation.” Oren’s tone was measured.
“We’re dealing with an individual who has proved that he is willing to go through intermediaries to get to Avery. He used Thea to send a message this time—and not just in the literal sense.”
I can get to anyone. You can’t protect them. That was the message.
“This is ridiculous,” Rebecca’s mom spat. “I won’t be accompanying you anywhere, Mr. Oren, and neither will my daughters.”
“Daughter,” Rebecca said quietly. I felt my heart twist in my chest.
Oren was not dissuaded. “I’m afraid that even if you weren’t already at risk, this visit would put you on our villain’s radar. As much as you don’t want to hear it, Ms. Laughlin—”
“It’s doctor, actually,” Rebecca’s mother snapped. “And I don’t care about the risk. The world can’t take any more from me than it already has.”
I moved closer to Rebecca, whose arms were wrapped around her middle, like all she could do was stand there and just keep taking the blows.
“That isn’t true,” Thea said quietly.
“Thea.” Rebecca’s voice was strangled. “Don’t.”
Mallory Laughlin spared a fond look for Thea. “Such a nice girl.” She turned to Rebecca. “I don’t know why you have to be so nasty to your sister’s friends.”
“I am not,” Thea said, steel in her voice, “a nice girl.”
“You need to come with us,” Eve told Mallory. “I need to know you’re safe.”
“Oh. ” Mallory’s expression softened. There was something tragic about the moment the tension gave way, like it was the only thing that had kept her from crumbling. “You need a mother,” she told Eve. The tenderness in her voice was almost painful.
“Come to Hawthorne House,” Eve said again. “For me?”
“For you,” Mallory agreed, not even sparing a look for Rebecca. “But I’m not setting a foot in the mansion. All these years, Tobias Hawthorne let me think my boy was dead. He never told me that I had a granddaughter. It was bad enough that he stole my baby, bad enough that those boys killed my Emily— I am not stepping foot in the House. ”