When Victor comes home at seven o’clock that night, I throw myself into his arms.
“Where have you been,” I breathe against his chest, angry and relieved at once.
“Whoa,” he says, laughing a little, settling his weight on his back foot to balance the weight of me against him. “Evelyn, are you all right?”
“I was worried about you,” I say, frowning up at him. “You didn’t call or text – not once –“
“Oh,” he says, as if not realizing that he hadn’t even been checking his phone. “I’m so sorry – I didn’t even think – I had Beta Stephen managing my calls –“
Stephen, coming in the door after Victor with a collection of other Betas, gives me a little grimace. “I’m sorry, Luna,” he says, abashed. “I didn’t read your messages – they’re marked as private on his phone –“
“It’s okay, Stephen,” I s
