“I think it"s fair to say that someone knows about us.” Anson said quietly.
It was just Alaric and his father. The rest of the house was empty. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since the fire. He didn"t have to be an empath to know that everything had changed in those twenty-four hours.
“We have no idea what they know, or how many of us they know about… But it"s becoming obvious that this is bigger than we thought it was already. The fire is being reported as an accident, that Abigail was involved in some magic ritual and some candles got knocked down.”
Alaric frowned. “That isn"t what happened.”
His father nodded. “I know.” He rubbed his temples and stifled a yawn. It was clear he hadn"t slept. “Bryan and I read some of the firemen, and I managed to get a cop. The firemen had thei
