Alistair waited at the foot of the stairs, his arms crossed over his chest. A brief flash of relief lit his features when he saw Matheus, quickly curb-stomped by a behemoth of a glower.
“Where have you been?” Alistair asked. “I’ve been trying to call you, but some woman answered your phone and then I keep getting sent to voice mail. What happened? Milo said there is an APB out on you. Where’s Quin?”
“Right,” said Matheus. “Well, first we got attacked, then the police showed up. Then Quin kindly handed me over to them while he ran for it. Then my pregnant estranged sister showed up to rescue me and informed me that my crazy father has somehow managed to reach even grander heights of insanity. So now I’m hiding her in hotel until I can get Milo to make her and her husband some new IDs. Also, she has my phone. How has your night been going?”
“Um,” said Alistair. “You have a sister?”
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