”Birdie.” Icarus’ voice came from the other end of the hall. Bull stood back, arms crossed but obviously ready to jump in if it became necessary, but now with Icarus there, he relaxed a bit more. Even as Icarus strode forward, I worried about all the tension swirling in the hallway.
“Cassandra is a guest in this house,” Icarus said, as he bore down on us, “and you will treat her as such.”
Birdie’s gaze dropped. “Sorry, D-Icarus,” she corrected.
Sorrow filled his eyes when she stopped herself from saying dad, but Mom had already turned to look at him. “Who…” All the color drained from her face, and she probably would have dropped to the ground if Bull hadn’t stepped forward and grabbed her around the waist.
Will Birdie and Cassie be able to get along? Has Cassie figured out who Icarus is? I’ll be back with a little more next week(and maybe one more snippet from this after that). I’m currently 1500+ words into the next story(told from Birdie’s POV).