Eight
Mira
Don’t leave the house without an escort
Don’t go into the shed
Don’t invite anyone over
Don’t ask questions about visitors
Don’t speak to visitors unless spoken to
Don’t open the door without permission
Stop sulking
I glared at Blaine from behind the kitchen counter, where I’d been watching him write down the “house rules” in big, black letters on the fridge. My ire had grown for every line, but the final one pushed me over the edge, my irritation finally overwhelming whatever fear was left from the drive here. Being surrounded by goons was such a sharp reminder of exactly what sort of family I’d gotten married into, and Blaine had been quiet and broody ever since our confrontation in the morning. On top of how the morning had started out, I’d been too shaken to feel an
