*Oliver*
I watched from Gideon’s front porch as two figures approached, walking hand and hand up the driveway. Adrian looked like he was healing from several blows to the face based on the purplish hue of his eye sockets and jawline, but Abigail looked chipper and exceedingly relieved as they neared the house. I smirked, rising from the chair I’d been sitting in aimlessly for what felt like several hours.
“I take it my family knows what happened?” I said loudly, watching the scowl form on Adrian’s mouth. He’d definitely taken one for the team.
“This,” he said sharply, waving his hand around his face as he stopped short of the porch steps, “was for stealing the Persephone. That Beta of your father nearly killed me, and he said you're next.”
“He almost went after your dad, too,” Abigail
