Returning back the cottage was no longer an option for Alexander. He has learnt his lesson the hard way. His uncle had rattled him, more than he would ever care to admit to me.
William had proven that it didn’t matter where we were, he could reach us in ways that we least expected. If not us directly, then someone that we love. Next time, it wouldn’t be me being held by the sharp blade of a knife, it could be Lucille, or even Maddison. There was no telling who would be his next victim.
What played on me the most was that this was now the second time that William had let us go without so much as a scratch. And somehow, I didn’t think that there would be a third. It was like he was a cat playing with a mouse that was caught in his t****l. He let us loose only to pull us back in when we g
