Page 60 of The Brat: Prequel

Me: Ugh, fine. But not until I’m back in Poughkeepsie *pouts*

Uncle Aidan: We like your head attached to your neck, Victoria.

Brennan: We won’t apologize for that

Eoghan: BUT we’ll stay out of it

Uncle Declan: Unless you’re in danger

Me: Fine

Uncle Aidan: It’ll be good to have you in the society, but that won’t stop us from worrying about you

Me:

Me: I love you all too Gtg

At least I know now that my guards are total frickin’ snitches.

My mind returns to the issue of the envelope arriving at Brennan and Camille’s place.

There’s a reason the Veronians delivered it here. There has to be.

It makes sense they know where I live. Unless…

I scroll through my contacts and find the reception desk of Eoghan and Inessa’s building.

“Midpark Suites, Anthony speaking. How may I help?”

“Anthony, it’s Victoria Vasov.”

“Ms. Vasov! How you doin’, miss? You enjoying your summer? We ain’t seen you around here for a long time.”

“I’ve been staying with my other sister, Anthony. I wondered if I had any mail?”

“Mail, miss? No. Not that I’m aware of.”

“None from today?”

“Nope. I’ve been on shift all morning and I sorted out the mail. Definitely nothing for you.”

“Right. Okay. That’s good, then. Thank you so much! Give my love to Clara.”

“Will do, miss! See ya soon.”

As I end the call, I shudder.

Okay, that’s more creepy… They know precisely where I am.

At this exact moment.

Fuck, I can’t freak out.

I might have been playing for a year, but the game’s just starting!

And creepiness aside, a zing of anticipation hits me—a purpose.

At last.