Please tell me you are not going to let this slide.”

Chapter 10 — I Prepared for It

He did not look at me, and he did not look at his mother.

He kept his eyes fixed steadily on Chloe, who was still holding the candle and studying the tag with a small confused frown, and when he answered me, his voice was low and strangely calm.

“I told her,” he said, “to give my mother the little red box, if this exact thing ever happened again.” I stared at the side of his face.

“What little red box?” I whispered.