Well, that had been a disturbing conversation. Deucalion hadn't wanted to tell her about the trouble that Veronica had seen, but he did anyway because she'd pestered him.
She was lost in thought as she met Chris on the porch.
He bowed at the neck. "Allison."
She smiled that he'd remembered. "Hey, Chris. How ya doin'?"
"Very well, thank you."
"Allison?"
Startled, they both looked down to find Megan at the bottom of the steps.
"Megan," Allison said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
The female looked up at her, her face a perfect mask. "I was hoping I could speak with you. In private."
Beside Allison, Chris growled.
Allison put a hand to his arm, shushing him. Then she turned back to Megan. "And why should I trust you enough to be alone with you?"
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