Chapter Twenty-One
Malcolm ran his hands through his hair. “I’ll tell them it was a misunderstanding. You can stay at our place.”
“But we’re fine here,” Sydney protested.
“No you’re not. You spent the night in the ocean. It’s a wonder you’re not all sick,” Malcolm said.
Victoria started to pace. “We’ll do that salt circle around our house that you said Corrin suggested. I hope it doesn’t kill the grass.”
“We need to finish tidying up here.” Malcolm pointed to the hole in the back of the front door. “And make some repairs.”
“Shawn can stay and help you so he can give you a lift back,” Victoria said.
“I’m not going home. I’m not letting that psychotic b***h get me,” Shawn said. “And I’m not staying here without an amulet.”
“You can’t expect us to let you stay at our home,” Victoria s
