“Gwen?” I exclaimed.
“Who else, silly?”
She hugged me warmly.
Corwin and Morel rushed down the stairs. One wore an Iron Man helmet and the other wore a Captain America costume.
“Gwen, we’re waiting for you, what are you doing?”
Rucker and I looked at each other in shock.
“I’ll join you later, okay?”
The boys nodded before going upstairs.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
She gave us a dazzling smile, modelled on that of the most beautiful film actresses.
“The story isn’t very complicated, actually, but I’m sure no one wants to discuss it on the doorstep, right?”
“Indeed,” Rucker said in a voice I barely recognized, hoarse and skilfully measured in seduction.
He was looking at Gwen like a cat at a saucer of cream.
Gwen walked straight into the kitchen. We followed her, taken
