It wasn’t uncommon for Chance to follow other members of the family for various reasons. Kellen wasn’t one he trailed after often, but he was smart enough to know when something felt wrong. It wasn’t until the boy was about to walk through the door though did Chance actually make his presence known.
“Go back to your mother’s, Kellen. Whatever is beyond those doors does not concern you. It’s a trap.”
“Napalm ain’t that hard to make,“ he shrugged, knowing full well that it only took 2-3 readily available, store-bought ingrediants to knock up a batch of the stuff, not to mention that the main componant worked just as well on its own and there were plenty of gas stations around.
He cast a glance at Ty when he spoke, then turned back to Ava with a pointed look that said she could do whatever the hell she wanted to him after they got the girl in the cage.
Necromancers Ava could deal with. Not that she had too much of a choice since her own bloodline held two so far, but that was hardly the point. Ghouls she could do without.
Even still, the boy had a point about the thing waking up and she stepped aside, allowing the kid to follow Darius as she went about enacting wards throughout the home. This was not going to go over well.
Nothing got done today. Not sorry. I’m exhausted. Maybe tomorrow.
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