You are my moon (wenclair)

Chapter 7

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Esther Sinclair was less than pleased that Wednesday had passed two challenges already. "It's like neither of you tried," she hissed at Murray and Devin. Murray had his head bowed down but Devin sat on the living room couch, swinging his feet.

"She actually died and came back to life during the challenge mom," Devin said, acting very smug about this despite his crippling shock and upset before. "I don't think we can win against her."

"What?!" Esther swiveled around to face him. "That's impossible. Stop making up lies."

He shrugged, knowing better than to argue with his alpha. "Sure."

He would have to ask Wednesday how she had done that because that combined with her teaching him proper mischief skills would make him unstoppable in school.

Esther rubbed her temples. "If anyone can stop her, it has to be Chris."

Devin wasn't sure Chris could stop Wednesday either, but it would be entertaining to watch Chris try. Esther moved on to find her other son.

Devin and Murray exchanged looks, before nodding their head in unspoken support of Enid's new relationship.

The sun rose on yet another day and yet another challenge. Wednesday and Enid plodded down the stairs for breakfast. Wednesday was growing tired of all the red meat and would need to ask Thing to get her some take out later. She wouldn't let Esther know this; to do so would be to admit a loss.

Already Esther glared at Wednesday like she wanted to rip her head off. To add fuel to the fire, Wednesday leaned over to press a kiss to Enid's ear and slip a hand onto her thigh.

"The hot sauce was fiery yesterday, but Enid, I find you scorch my tongue so much more," she said, loudly enough that everyone could hear it.

Predictably Devin made a retching sound at their mushiness, thankfully too young to actually gleam what Wednesday's words meant, while Abraham and Bartholomew pulled faces at the statement.

Those words immolated Enid, turned her into a pyre inside and out. Wednesday's hand on her thigh, far down enough to be taken casually, was too much on suddenly sensitive skin.

"Hands above the table where I can see them," Esther hissed, slamming her fists on the table top, making the cutlery rattle. "And hands to yourself while under my roof, Addams." She spit the last name like a curse, like some sort of vendetta. "Or do I need to install locks to make sure you keep away from my daughter?"

Wednesday tilted her head. "Hands weren't involved. Mouths, however-"

"You need to leave the table right now," Abraham snapped out, also slamming his hand on the table top.

"Very well," Wednesday stood up. "Enid-"

"She's not going with you," Abraham said.

Wednesday wanted to contest this. She really did, but she figured time would be more constructively spent preparing for her fight with Chris. Wednesday knew she was going up against Chris, and she also had a good certainty about what the challenge would be. He hadn't hidden his intentions. She would show them then what she was capable of.

"I'll speak with you later, Enid." Wednesday left.

"I am going to wipe the floor with Wednesday," Chris jeered at Enid over his bloody breakfast meal.

"Not as much as she's going to wipe the floor with you," Enid spat back lamely, finding herself having no appetite for food when Wednesday had awoken an appetite in her for something else.