Ollie, at a loss for words, opened and closed his mouth silently. They had never argued before. They had always cared for and supported each other. At first, they’d done so because they had loved each other deeply and had done their best to not hurt their fragile young feelings, and later, as their love had grown stronger and taken root in their souls, they’d kept being harmonious because Ollie and Lita had no one else besides each other.
“Yes, but not after I read,” Ollie looked around again and lowered his voice to a whisper, “that he is the son of Helmer! The Helmer, you understand? The Lord of Nightmares! He’s the one they use to scare children! And now we have his son here!”
“And he was sent here by the Priestesses of Fate,” Lita argued again. “And aren’t we the ones who give half o
