This was not what I had in mind.  Staring down an enemy, simple.  Being shot to near death, survivable.  Being threatened, easy.  Having half the White family staring at me with Anna’s fingers interlaced in mine, difficult.  Was more terrifying that I thought it would be.  Alfred was sitting at a table on the far side of the room, eyes narrowed at us.  Carlton was who knows where; probably keeping away from the man who killed his son.  Kim had Samuel at her side, her holding onto him for dear life.  It looked like a party.  Sounded like one.  One that made me uncomfortable.  I didn’t do crowds.  Let alone socializing.  Anna stepped closer, whispering to me.  “I never told you that it’s my birthday.”  Tensing, I didn’t k...

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