“What’s this dick doing here?” Rory spots him a few seconds after I do, and tightens her grip on her dog. “No idea. We hate him, right?” I run my tongue over my teeth. Bad blood thins quickly in this family, aside from when certain members do extra-stupid shit, like blow up the port. “For now.” My eyes clash with his as I slam the driver’s door shut. I don’t break eye contact, even when I round the car and open Rory’s door. She walks into the house, whispering “attack, Maggie, attack” in her dog’s ear as she passes him.
