Five years later
“Get him out of my house!” Clara screamed with every breath as she pointed at her grandfather. “This is all your fault.”
Her grandfather shifted uncomfortably left to right, his granddaughter’s screams reminiscent of a banshee in a Hollywood film. “Clara, I think you are overreacting.”
A collective groan from Naomi, Bliss and Merry-Beth told him he’d said the wrong thing.
“What? I don’t believe,” he paused mid-sentence as a shuriken whizzed past his head and stuck into the wall behind him. “Where the hell did you have that hiding?”
“Uh Edward,” Anjali approached and tugged the man out of the room, “let’s go get a nice cup of tea.”
“Nice shot,” Elian whispered rubbing Clara’s back. “You got a quarter inch from his ear.”
“I missed,” she gritted through clenched teet
