~Samantha~
The moment the blood moon hit the sky, a chill spiked through me.
I pushed away from the window and went straight to check on my children, because fear or no fear, I still had a job to do.
Devon was pacing the room like he was on a bad caffeine trip. Diana was propped up with a blanket, looking totally washed out. She had more color than yesterday, but it was still giving 'ghost.' My mood went from bad to worse instantly.
Devon practically teleported toward me the second I stepped in. “When are we leaving?”
I stopped in the middle of the room. “Who said anything about you leaving?”
He just stood there gaping at me. He looked genuinely pressed, like I’d just said the most out-of-pocket thing imaginable. “Mum, please tell me you’re joking.”
Diana pulled the blanket tighter around herself and gave him a look. “I told you she wouldn’t let us.”
