Chapter 2
I’m uncertain how long we stand in the living room; Malcolm’s gaze is focused on the outside, while mine flits back and forth between him and the man on the sidewalk. Now that he’s said the word, called this man father, I see the resemblance. In fact, I can’t believe I didn’t before. It’s there in the tilt of the chin, the solid jawline, and the stance. More than once I’ve seen Nigel tuck his hands into his pockets and affect that very pose.
It’s a deliberate move, one designed to make him look harmless.
The man doesn’t budge, but then, neither does Malcolm. There are the wards, of course, the one around Sadie’s house that Nigel put into place, and then my own that surrounds my property.
Malcolm’s father hasn’t dared to cross either. In my case, that makes sense. He’s a stran
