“Does you granny make any mention of any of that?” Zeb asked.
Again, I shook my head. “Nope. In fact, she’s reporting back to the Pellinghams, just like all the rest of them are. Telling them that no one knows about Beau except Beau himself and that I’m still being kept away. It’s like, so long as me and Beau are kept apart, then the peace is maintained. No more deaths.” I swallowed hard. “Accidental or otherwise.”
“f**k the peace,” I heard. Only, it wasn’t any of the four of us who said it.
We all turned our heads as one, all of us jumping as we stared down the barrel of the gun. “Port!” I yelled.
He was wobbly and bleary-eyed. “Have we met?’ He eyed me suspiciously. I think. Hard to tell, seeing as his eyes were having a difficult time focusing.
“Not officially,” I replied. Though I
