“You’re angry with me,” Avalon said, focusing on Tori. “I can feel it from here. You think I’m here to steal your family away from under you.”
Well, shit.
She’d nailed that one.
Because Victoria Littlemoon was more than angry.
She.
Was.
Pissed.
Chapter Two
Littlemoon Investigations
Evening
A Tense Standoff
The stress level in the waiting area where the whole Littlemoon family had congregated after meeting Oracle in person for the first time was off the charts. In fact, that energy vibrated around them, proving that this family was one step from losing it.
Tonight had been one of the worst nights of their lives, and here they were, being faced with a stranger in their midst.
A stranger that was a bit too comfy with THEIR Monroes.
Yeah, Tori wasn’t happy.
Only, she was trying to be diplomatic.
Before she could say anything to her, Avalon went there, doing what Avalon did best.
Mitigation.
“Just say it. We’re all adults here, and I’m not easily offended, Victoria. I’m a big girl, and I don’t hold a grudge. Just say what’s on your mind.”
So, she did.
“Yeah, I am angry. No, I’m pissed over all of this. You could have just showed up here and told us that Wynter was going to die. You could have called us, or Lucian, for that matter, and told us she was in danger! Now, we’ve lost our friend, our sister, and Ridge’s wife!”
Oh, her anger was palpable.
Both Bishop and Lucian knew that it wasn’t as simple as that. After spending a few years with Avalon, they understood that the static was a complicated thing.
As Lucian went to say something, Avalon put her hand on his leg.
It was done naturally, and immediately, he closed his mouth.
That told them everything about the kind of clout this woman wielded.
Why?
Oh, maybe because no one stopped Lucian Monroe from speaking his mind. That this woman could do that told them everything they needed to know.
She.
Was.