Sixteen
There were a lot of bodies crammed into the first floor of the Watchers’ house. All but six of them were strangers to me. Hawk barbecued out on the back patio with Owl. Eagle, Kira, and Christopher mingled with the house guests in the living room. I helped Ellie serve food to the guests from the kitchen.
She pulled lasagna from the oven, but she told me she hadn’t made it. Eagle had. I couldn’t remember my father ever being in the kitchen. I could barely remember the last time my sister’s husband sat at the dinner table with us. But the people who belonged to this house all pitched in.
Christopher kept a close eye on me. He found me every fifteen minutes or so. He’d sweep me away from the kitchen. He’d introduce me to someone new -always calling me his girlfriend. Always offerin
