4. The Virginia Clan
4 The Virginia Clan The front steps were slanted with deep grooves worn into them from years of footsteps. An old swing and wind chimes hung in the shade on the porch. The faint tinkling of the chimes made the hair on Jacob’s neck stand up. Aunt Iz stepped out of the car, her gaze fixed on the porch. Emilia shrugged and opened her door to follow. Jacob slid across the seat and climbed out Emilia’s door. Even the distance the SUV would have put between them felt too far trapped inside of the shimmering bubble, staring at the peeling front door. Jacob wrapped his arm around Emilia’s waist and shut the door before Rosalie had a chance to follow. “Compingere,” Emilia murmured, and the door sealed itself shut. Rosalie smacked the window and scowled at them before climbing through the car t
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