“Your sister is avoiding me, and you’re running cover for her.”
Cyrus sipped a strawberry soda in a booth as his mom stared at him unflinchingly. The Wicked Cat buzzed around them—patrons laughing and chatting. The door kept opening and making him shiver.
“She’s not avoiding you,” Cyrus said. “She just needed some time alone.”
The moment his mom called Desmond, Becca pretended to receive a phone call herself. She slipped out of the apartment, and Cyrus knew she needed to clear her mind. For Becca, that meant getting lost in her work.
Cyrus was, as usual, caught between his mom and sister. His mom’s fear was palpable. Her emotional hackles were up. She hadn’t taken her coat off and had refused a drink.
“She can’t evade me forever,” Aurora said.
“She won’t,” Cyrus said.
Desmond popped
